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I Need Help, SRSLY.
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| Ygrene |
My wife made a batch of crisped chocolate (like Nestle crunch) yesterday and she took half of it to work. The other half has been slowly but steadily eaten by me as the day has progressed.
I feel like Cameron at the end of Ferris Bueller's Day Off because, I'm going to have to take the heat for this but, I don't know if I can handle it.
What should I do? Blame the cats? God I'm scared.
p.s. - I'm already in trouble because I ate most of the chocolate covered pretzels as well.
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| lücid |
| poop the chocolate on your wife. |
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| jonSun |
When she gets home say, Bitch make me some more!!!
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| Silky Johnson |
| her while she's sleeping. |
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| medinaM5 |
| find the recipe, and make more |
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| Moongoose |
| Your screwed. No nookie for you for at least a month. |
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| FallingMoon |
| Buy more cookies & pretend those were the ones she made. |
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| Ang ' ela_ie |
| You have a wife? :wtf: |
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| RapidFire |
heres what you do:
1) you wrap the rest of the cookies in a cloth and place them in a nice box
2) you put duct tape over the box so as to make sure the cookies dont fall out at any point
3) you fed ex the cookies to this adress: 126 Bellamy R.D North
4) I eat your cookies
5) problem solved.
edit: or you can blame it on Chuck Norris. but that has its consequences..................roundhouse consequences |
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| UWM |
| quote: | Originally posted by lücid
poop the chocolate on your wife. |
:stongue: :stongue: :stongue:
For some reason I really LOL'd. |
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| stren |
| pretend you're dead, that sould distract her |
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| lücid |
haha ok srsly... tell her it was just soooo delicious and that you couldn't stop yourself. tell her what an amazing chocolate-maker she is. tell her how beautiful her hair looks when she gets home. maybe if you compliment her enough she'll forget about what a pig you are.
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