I went downstairs one cold winter morning excited for the groceries* and how my mom thought of me she purchased the cans of life the cans of spegetios It made me so happy I almost took a piss Right there in the kitchen In front of my mom I was so excited spegetios!!!!*** I ran toward the cabinet To get my favorite bowl It has my favorite design and I took that soup And cooked with all the heat I have And poured it in that BOWL Where's the silverware? In the Drawer!
(I process the tools nessecary for the consumption of human life, and the process of fueling the homosaipian vessel)
My spoon is to BIGGGGGG* It doesn't even fit in the bowl
What the frick am I supposed to do? How the frick am I sopposed to eat?
Another load in the dishwasher A smaller spoon in there!
DISHWASHER. HURRY UP THIS SOUP GETTING COLD DISHWASHER. HURRY UP THIS CRAPS GETTING OLD
low blood sugar, getting wheezy
dizzy feeling, I fall. Ded. (You just could've ate it with a fork, and you know, drank the broth after... or you just could've got.. A bigger bowl)
