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underwater · 03-17-2005, 02:06 AM

RotD:

Background: I am pretty damn sick with a bronchitis/sinus infection type thing. I came home early from work, slept until Fruit came and woke me up at about 8:30, tried to eat after he left at about 9:45, and then realized that ice cream would be really fucking fabulous right now due to the throat issues.

Rant: So I called my mom, who is hanging out with her singles group people at Hacienda, and asked her if she would pick up some ice cream on the way home. She starts fucking whining to me about how out of the way it will be for her to do it. What the fuck? I pick up shit for her all the fucking time, when it's way more out of the way than this is, and when I'm sick and would like some damn ice cream, she bitches. God damn.

03-17-2005, 02:06 AM	#24 (permalink)
underwater Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: indiana Posts: 1,453 Internets: 10	RotD: Background: I am pretty damn sick with a bronchitis/sinus infection type thing. I came home early from work, slept until Fruit came and woke me up at about 8:30, tried to eat after he left at about 9:45, and then realized that ice cream would be really fucking fabulous right now due to the throat issues. Rant: So I called my mom, who is hanging out with her singles group people at Hacienda, and asked her if she would pick up some ice cream on the way home. She starts fucking whining to me about how out of the way it will be for her to do it. What the fuck? I pick up shit for her all the fucking time, when it's way more out of the way than this is, and when I'm sick and would like some damn ice cream, she bitches. God damn.
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