and I have a ton of cheese in my fridge for Katie because my mom sent me one of those swiss colony/figi packages that come with all kinds of goodies... and because I don't like "real" cheese... however, when she was at my house last night, she wasn't "in the mood for cheese"... or anything else I tried to shove in her general direction, ie. ice cream or chips or something... and I realized I have become my mother... who in turn became her mother... who always annoyed me when she tried to shove food at me and I wasn't hungry. So maybe I shouldn't become them.
And maybe Katie doesn't like cheese as much as she claims.
I know you think your dad is great...unless you're downtown and the road is blocked. In which case, you just boot him out of the car and make him walk!
I was just extending upon the whole "I am my mother" thing :p
And what do you propose she do? Knock it UP? That would be some accomplishment!
Well, I didn't have to knock down (or up or sideways) Tracy's door. She willingly gave me cheese today.
How is it that Jeremy's getting like 100 comments when he really didn't even post anything??? I think you're on to something, Jeremy. Lack of posting = lots of comments.
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I've written about cheese several times on my blog!
Yes, that was almost the entire contents of the post though. "I like cheese." seems somewhat lackluster.
Ah, c'mon! Anybody who doesn't like cheese is a communist! Everybody likes cheese! Share your like of cheese with the world!
I will use more exclamation points if necessary!
See? When you post about cheese you get more comments.
See? When you post about cheese you get more comments.
You even get double comments.
Crap.
I like Velveeta...
and I have a ton of cheese in my fridge for Katie because my mom sent me one of those swiss colony/figi packages that come with all kinds of goodies... and because I don't like "real" cheese... however, when she was at my house last night, she wasn't "in the mood for cheese"... or anything else I tried to shove in her general direction, ie. ice cream or chips or something... and I realized I have become my mother... who in turn became her mother... who always annoyed me when she tried to shove food at me and I wasn't hungry. So maybe I shouldn't become them.
And maybe Katie doesn't like cheese as much as she claims.
"We are our parents"
Wait till you realize that the guy you really, truly fall for ends up being just like your father....
Oh and that's fine that she didn't take it. I'll eat it. :p Just have the crackers ready!
I forgot that you had all that cheese....damn. Trust me, when I get a cheese craving, I'll come knock down your door!
Like my father?? Yeah, well... as eww incestuous as that sounds... my dad is great.
KATIE!! knock DOWN?
well... okay...
I know you think your dad is great...unless you're downtown and the road is blocked. In which case, you just boot him out of the car and make him walk!
I was just extending upon the whole "I am my mother" thing :p
And what do you propose she do? Knock it UP? That would be some accomplishment!
Oops...try that again:
Well, I didn't have to knock down (or up or sideways) Tracy's door. She willingly gave me cheese today.
How is it that Jeremy's getting like 100 comments when he really didn't even post anything??? I think you're on to something, Jeremy. Lack of posting = lots of comments.
telling you, one psycho post and then one random, contentless one and you're on your way to comment heaven!
I'm gonna have to test this newly discovered super-formula in the future.
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