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Mar. 14th, 2008 06:54 amTwo days ago I ordered a special pizza deal from Dominos, the three-mediums-for-five-dollars-each bargain, which would feed me for days on end normally. I'd just about polished off one of them by last night, and the other two were in the fridge. I understand the peril of leaving pre-prepared food around this place, but I did not expect to come out this morning and find all three boxes sitting near the trash.
R looked up from his laptop.
"Yeah, uh. I killed your pizza. It was that kind of night."
*facepalm*
He's promised that he'll pay for all the meat for our grill party this weekend to make it up to me. As long as I cook it, mind you. Which really was the right thing to say, because I got totally distracted by what I will cook and how I will cook it...
R looked up from his laptop.
"Yeah, uh. I killed your pizza. It was that kind of night."
*facepalm*
He's promised that he'll pay for all the meat for our grill party this weekend to make it up to me. As long as I cook it, mind you. Which really was the right thing to say, because I got totally distracted by what I will cook and how I will cook it...