My Roommate
Like so many nights past, my wonderful roommate made dinner for the whole team yesterday, and needless to say, it was delicious. As we were all settling down to enjoy this culinary journey, a new (male) friend of mine phoned. I chose not to answer since we were eating, and let it go to voicemail. The call, however, still managed to spark a noteworthy conversation...
Me: It was my new friend -- again.
Allison: Okay, this is getting weird. He seriously needs to stop calling.
Me: Why, Allison?
Allison: He is obviously gay. He didn't look at me even once on Saturday.
Me: It was my new friend -- again.
Allison: Okay, this is getting weird. He seriously needs to stop calling.
Me: Why, Allison?
Allison: He is obviously gay. He didn't look at me even once on Saturday.
1 Comments:
Oh Allison. Less talking more baking. Get back in the kitchen you culinary whore face.
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