Ughghgh
I made myself a fancy (by my standards) dinner the other night. It was supposed to be orange chicken. It was pretty good. I didn't get massive shits or anything. I consider that a rousing success.
HAHA YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT THIS PICTURE.
Here, look at some really uninteresting pictures. They're really really boring. I just don't want to clean right now.
Seriously boring.
Here's some of the crap that went into dinner.
I made rice-a-roni because I don't know how to make real rice. It was kinda sicky.
Gross. It felt like it looks: GooBoo
Hey cool, i'm burning the chicken because I don't know how to cook.
And then with sauce. It covered up the burntness.
Look at that mess. Hideous. It's still sitting there as I type this.
Dinner for one: Orange chicken, rice-a-roni, a glass of, uh, sweet tea and a side of tears.
The End.
HAHA YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT THIS PICTURE.
Here, look at some really uninteresting pictures. They're really really boring. I just don't want to clean right now.
Seriously boring.
Here's some of the crap that went into dinner.
I made rice-a-roni because I don't know how to make real rice. It was kinda sicky.
Gross. It felt like it looks: GooBoo
Hey cool, i'm burning the chicken because I don't know how to cook.
And then with sauce. It covered up the burntness.
Look at that mess. Hideous. It's still sitting there as I type this.
Dinner for one: Orange chicken, rice-a-roni, a glass of, uh, sweet tea and a side of tears.
The End.