And Then I'd Like to Drink Milk Straight Out of the Cow
A secret scavenger hunt yesterday — one whose confidentiality has Sweet Pea steamed — took me to JoAnn Fabrics, where I overheard this while standing in the check-out line: "My life's dream would be to eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup at the factory right after they made it. Like, when it was still all warm and stuff."
Simple pleasures, I guess.
I went to five stores yesterday looking for a stupid cigarette lighter charger for my iPod and couldn't find one anywhere. I did, however, find a $1,400 television that would look so good in my living room. Anyone want to give me $1,400? Or you all could split it up; if everyone who reads this throws in $700, I'd be set.
Simple pleasures, I guess.
I went to five stores yesterday looking for a stupid cigarette lighter charger for my iPod and couldn't find one anywhere. I did, however, find a $1,400 television that would look so good in my living room. Anyone want to give me $1,400? Or you all could split it up; if everyone who reads this throws in $700, I'd be set.
posted by Justin at
11:58 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah, a little. Suspense kills me.
I think the funniest part is that fuckin peanut butter cups don't, say, come out of an oven. it's not like they're baked. Haha.
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