oh dear...

Oct 11, 2006 01:46

yeah so there's ketchup on my ceiling... why you ask...
so we're sitting on the floor chatting and I'm fiddling and squishing a ketchup packet from Jack's chicken fingers and I'm like hey wouldn't it be cool if this like exploded.. (I WAS KIDDING) none the less I continued to fiddle with the ketchup...and suddenly it EXPLODES I'm talking projectile ketchup flying through the air...and Lindz, Jack and I are just starring in disbelief until what seems like a few minutes passes and we survey the damage...ketchup KETCHUP EVERYWHERE... ketchup on the bedding, ketchup in Jack's hair, ketchup on the ceiling, ketchup on the floor ketchup ketchup ketchup ...suddenly I found myself astonished at just how much ketchup heinz can fit in those tiny packets and how come when I needed some for my fries it never seemed like a lot...sigh... oh yeah and that ketchup on the ceiling... some of its not going anywhere

...and all I could do was scream "NOT THE ABERCROMBIE SWEATER!!!" (one of me and Lindsay's funniest and oldest inside jokes about the day when an abercrombie sweater met its match...apparently blueberry yogurt)

...sry heather...my bad...
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