When I buy ice cream, I buy orange chocolate or cookie dough -- flavors both my roommate and I enjoy. When my roommate buys ice cream, it's peanut butter cup. I HATE PEANUT BUTTER ANYTHING!1
Vengeance is mine! There's a voluntary recall on peanut butter anything, therefor, I have vowed to eat everything2 my roommate buys for the next 10 days. Leave no bite behind!
1: Technically, I do enjoy a PBJ sandwich on occasion, but I plea eating disorder and everyone knows the bolder the blog the better. More half-true blanket statements in 2009!
2: In full disclosure, he later bought an industrial size cafetorium box of Little Debbie peanut butter crackers. I'm not admitting that I ate ALL of them OMG, but if they were gone the next day, I'm just saying that in some way it might or might not have been his fault. Luckily, we share a passive-aggressive and/or no-blame household. All grievances must be aired via Livejournal or dry-erase marker on the bathroom mirror. It all works out in the end, I say. And when it doesn't, the FDA's got my back, baby! *chestfist*