i hate it when i make food in my own home and vultures try and grab at my shit...
i just got home from the gym and start making some pasta chicken, and like 20 people roll in with a keg, and like 5 people start asking me for some of my food, im like
"nah, if i give it to you everyones gunna want it and then i wont get any of my own food"
so theyr like yah cool whatever
so its annoying enough, but i walk from the kitchen to my room with my food, and one of my gay roomates (actually gay, woke up in a dudes bed), grabs at a piece of the chicken on my plate.
it took everything i had not to drop my food on the floor and punch his fuckin face, so instead i just smacked his hand away from my plate.
hes like
"oh so its like that /gay laugh"
and in my Tim allen manly voice i go "yah back the fuck up off my food".
some of my friends were like
"ohh that smells so good" but really that was drunk savenger talk for "please please please give me some".
motherfuckers, get out of my house, this isnt a dinner party...
i just got home from the gym and start making some pasta chicken, and like 20 people roll in with a keg, and like 5 people start asking me for some of my food, im like
"nah, if i give it to you everyones gunna want it and then i wont get any of my own food"
so theyr like yah cool whatever
so its annoying enough, but i walk from the kitchen to my room with my food, and one of my gay roomates (actually gay, woke up in a dudes bed), grabs at a piece of the chicken on my plate.
it took everything i had not to drop my food on the floor and punch his fuckin face, so instead i just smacked his hand away from my plate.
hes like
"oh so its like that /gay laugh"
and in my Tim allen manly voice i go "yah back the fuck up off my food".
some of my friends were like
"ohh that smells so good" but really that was drunk savenger talk for "please please please give me some".
motherfuckers, get out of my house, this isnt a dinner party...

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