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September 6, 2007
Key to the recipe
A guy liked my Mustang so he went out and bought one for himself and we left work and spent the morning racing them through town. I am so getting a ticket in that car.
I need to take a test, I belong in special school. When making pasta salad with feta cheese, the main ingredient you will need (besides the pasta) is feta. I was so concerned with the damn red and green peppers that I completely spaced the feta, leaving myself no choice but to have a nice bowl of plain pasta for dinner. Mmm, plain.
At work they made fun of me again because I have no girlfriend, more specifically because I am the only one at work not having sex. Even the nerds are getting some. It is a sore subject because I can't say anything, I have no comeback because it's true. Then they called me old because I didn't want to joust. I have movies and cake, also football starts tonight. I will stay up past my bedtime and enjoy the evening because I am not old.
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Okay, I cut myself a piece of cake and my plate was sitting on top of the stove and I wanted to lick the knife because it had cake on it so I leaned forward to lick it and I rammed my forehead into the vent hood thing that sticks out. That's the end of my story, thanks.
Posted by K
Comments
Very nice K. I like the part where you hit your head. You may want to consider going out and getting some. Wasn't there a girl the other night who thought you were hot? Find out who she is!
Posted on September 6, 2007 10:08 PM
No.
Posted on September 6, 2007 10:14 PM