Monthly Archives: April 2013
I said I was hungry.
You said I needed to go grab my sister.
Welp, I grabbed her…
Don’t pass it to me, don’t pass it to me, don’t pass it to me, don’t pass it to me…
Looks like it hurts, ouch, ouch, ouch … don’t pass it to meeeeeeee…
Heh-heyyyyy! This potato isn’t hot!
Woah, hold up, let me get this straight…
You smack your foot against the coffee table and yell “AWWWW, Boo sit!” … so I run in and sit on Boo, even though I was CLEARLY in the middle of a chocolate-chip pancake feast … and then you YELL AT ME for sitting on Boo?!
…make up your mind, bro!
All I asked you to do was grab me a juice box.
I didn’t ask you to make me a sandwich, or fix us a bunch of different snacks…
I didn’t even ask you to pour me a bowl of cereal.
I simply asked for a cold, refreshing, already-sitting-in-the-fridge-and-ready-to-drink juice box while I get my play on with Reese.
And did I get one?
… Joey’s cake?
…the chocolate one, with vanilla frosting?
…the one that you left right here on this table?
…the one you were saving until AFTER dinner, as a surprise?
…uhhhhh, no, I … uhh … I haven’t seen any cakes in here. Did you check the fridge?