I actually did, assuming by they you mean Dan and "Martin" who is really just Dan's alternate personality who was really an actor his parents paid when he was a child to make him think he was loved. And thus, you mean He uses his oven for storage.
And ovens are what I use to make pies. Remember that nice pie I made you... not the one I mailed you that grew mold, but the one I made that was undercooked? Yeah, I've gotten better since then.
Technically there was no mold... Just seemed like it had fermented. Which, I guesses may out may not involve done sort of foreign creature. Which my high school biology professor referred to as "wee beasties"
Probably should add an overview of my blog for all my intrepid reader(s).
Basically, its a blog about my rather eclectic interests. So far, its ranged from movies, to TV, to music, to Formula 1, to carrots. And as such, you should be prepared to be spoiled on anything I'm watching at the time. Especially the carrots. It'll give you a good reason to stay up to date on your TV.
And my blog posts are very stream-of-consciousness, so expect wild changes in topics, and random interspersed profanity and randomness.
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Sounds like Dan needs a trip to a bakery or good coffee shop.
Buy donuts and pie.
Alternatively, invite me over to bake. I can fix this.
They use their oven for storage you know.
I actually did, assuming by they you mean Dan and "Martin" who is really just Dan's alternate personality who was really an actor his parents paid when he was a child to make him think he was loved. And thus, you mean He uses his oven for storage.
That's an oven? I was wondering why the insulated safe in the kitchen didn't have a locking mechanism
Wait, they claimed to love him?
They claimed "Martin" loved him, not them, very different.
And ovens are what I use to make pies. Remember that nice pie I made you... not the one I mailed you that grew mold, but the one I made that was undercooked? Yeah, I've gotten better since then.
Technically there was no mold... Just seemed like it had fermented. Which, I guesses may out may not involve done sort of foreign creature. Which my high school biology professor referred to as "wee beasties"
Please say he did it with an accent.
This blog is getting boring.
I agree. I've been upset. But my hands smell like grapefruit.
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