“Do you guys, like, put cheese on like, turkey?”
…that question isn’t even worth answering.
So, Kent’s roommates always come in fifteen minutes before we close and they are the equivalent of “ass cheese”. Kent…now you can tell your roommate I blogged about him.
I wish I knew where that woman who calls cream cheese “that spread” and “sour cream” and “sauce” lived. I would send her a gigantic tub of cream cheese with “CREAM CHEESE” written five million times on the box.
I also wish that a certain someone would not bring in their greasy ass biscuit-thing and ask me to toast it with butter and add two eggs. You…whoever you are…if you want a biscuit A) go to McDonalds or B) cook that shit at home.
bagel rant to be continued…