Ian comes home pissed off about his bank fucking him and decides to cook both of us lunch. He’s really upset about the bank withdrawling his car note…twice…which caused the check he wrote to cover his court costs to bounce…
He brings me some pasta and ravolli(sp) and a glass of thinks pink looking koolaide. I think him, take a huge sip of the koolaide and exclaim “wow that’s some strange tasting koolaide, almost tastes like it has vodka in it”. To this Ian giggles loudly and sits down with his own glass of ‘special koolaid’.
Turns out my psychotic(sp?) bartender roommate spiked the entire pitcher of koolaide. I feel like i can justify drinking some of it at 9:41am by updating about it but it just isn’t working…hmm
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