A few minutes ago, a man tried to make off with my last slice of pizza. I grabbed a cookbook off the kitchen table and lobbed it as hard as I could at that son of a bitch's head. Alas, I missed, but after I chased him into a storage closet and pounded on the door for a minute, shouting obscenities and death threats, he relinquished the slice.
What was left of it.
My brother is a fucking bastard.
What was left of it.
My brother is a fucking bastard.
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:22 am (UTC)One time I got in trouble with my grandfather for that. :/ The waitress had JUST brought out our food- I hadn't even taken a BITE yet!- and he reached over with his fork for some of my pasta. D:< I prompted smacked his hand with my own fork. D: And then I got yelled at.
IT'S MY FOOD, NOT YOUUURS. D:
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