So my cohost traveled down to LA this weekend and is here on what feels like the longest sleepover ever. Yesterday he woke up at 12pm and announced (as I guess he always does) that he's gonna poop and shower. As I yelled from my bedroom that we have to leave in 15 minutes all I could hear was my microwave beeping. I investigated and soon found him walking into the bathroom with a to-go box. Some of us read, while some dwell on the meaning of life. You, however, sit there eating leftover hashbrowns smothered in onions and mushrooms while you squeeze out the very same items from the night before. You should just spare the middleman and dump your plate of food into the toilet.
And, please, throw that fork away.
This is the meaning of TMI, for sure.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely. And you would think that we made this up for the blog. Nope. I don't think I could write stuff this good.
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