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eighteenth, dec well i'll be damned, chinese spaghetti for dinner SOUNDED like a good idea...though with a day to sit and a day to recover from my gastric distress, the left-overs are looking a little tempting...C'MON, I'M KIDDING! I ALREADY ATE THEM. speaking of spaghetti, i know 1% of the italian language and that is: "AHHH, BELISSIMA!" i'm being optimistic in giving myself a whole percent. i know this. anyways, i hope my fellow americans will forgive me because i'll probably be destroying any remaining positive opinions the people of europe have of us in less than three days. and why did it take eating a whole fucking bag of candy for us to realize we were eating the plastic wrapper too? i held us in such high regard up until the last piece when we finally figured it out. to ease my conscience, you said dogs eat plastic all the time. yeah, and they only live to be about 12 years old, too. fuck. that's probably why. |