my candy jar
i just bought a ton of candy, and i've been carrying it all around with me in a "candy jar" and i've been realli anal about not letting anybody have any unless they ask. i devoured about 23/30 of it, and then i left it downstairs for about a day. when i opened it up, it looked a lot emptier than when i left it, but i wasn't sure bcz i did eat a lot. but it occurred to me that my brother might've eaten some. i mean, every time i pass by him with the jar he licks his lips and acts realli psycho. anywayz, i thought back to when my dad caught him watching jerry springer (won't go into details on that) and i come up with a plan. i go upstairs and i shake the candy jar and i say "jeremy, whatz your problem, i told u not to eat any." of course he says, "what are you talking about blah blah blah i didn't eat anything" i say, "jeremy, i COUNTED. you ate some." he looks at me for abt 10 seconds. he's thinking abt it. i go further, "jeremy stop being stupid. i counted them before i went to bed yesterday, there were 24. i counted them five minutes ago and there are NOT 24." my mom looks up. he falters. "i only ate one." I scream, "onE?? OOOONE???! you just lied to me and said you ate none! now, itz one? i cant TRUST YOU ANYMORE! WHY DID YOU EAT MY CANDY!?!?!" and due to my craftiness i can freely yell at him for five to ten minutes without anyone stopping me. i love it, it is liberating. he is truly humbled, and i walk away shaking my candy. when i come back abt a half hour later, i'm still giving him crap about it. my mom says, rachel thatz enough, i already talked to him about it. i say, "the best thing about all of this is that i never counted anything." he looks up from his homework, supremely screwed over by my genius, and i smile.
thank you, that concludes my pointless story of the day.
thank you, that concludes my pointless story of the day.