Overheard In The Frontroom/Kitchen...
*watching TV, John has been in the kitchen for several minutes*
[Me:] Did she just say her apartment looked drippy?
[John:] *silence* Heh?
[Me:] *walking into kitchen* Did she just say her apar--- what's wrong??
[John:] *eyes watering*
[Me:] Are you okay?!
[John:] Eh heh.
[Me:] What's wrong?
[John:] Hot sauce. Ehhhh. Burning meh mouth.
[Me:] *dies*
[John:] Ehhhhh...ehhhhh *sniff* ehhhhh.
[Me:] Gets some bread!
[John:] *gets bread, holds it on tongue*
[Me:] No! Eat it! Eat the bread!
[John:] *eats bread* Oh, man. That was hot. *dips bread in hot sauce*
[Me:] Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!
[John:] Ehhhhh...
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