AHEM.
To the ~anonymous~ pickle terrorist who booby trapped our kitchen this afternoon before falling asleep in our guest room, Goldilocks style. I know you (and my fiance) think you're rather hilarious, but this shite?:
I will NOT admit how outrageously impressed I am at your drunken ingenuity at having them spill out of the fridge upon opening. Or that you've managed to hide/replace everything in the cupboard. I will only say that this means fucking war.
Guess this is going to be a holiday tradition for us now? How'd it work out for you last year? Just curious.
I will NOT admit how outrageously impressed I am at your drunken ingenuity at having them spill out of the fridge upon opening. Or that you've managed to hide/replace everything in the cupboard. I will only say that this means fucking war.
Guess this is going to be a holiday tradition for us now? How'd it work out for you last year? Just curious.