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Oct 3, 2021 - 05:31 PM |
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I MISS MY FUCKING RADISHES I WANT MY RADISHES BACK |
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So I got dumped yesterday. Good news is, we're still friends. Bad news is, SHE KEPT MY FUCKING RADISHES. She sends me a message a couple of weeks ago, all, "Golly, there sure are a lot of radishes in my fridge! When are you going to get all of these radishes?!", and I'm like, "Oh, yeah, I will, my bad.". Then this week, she gives me my cookbooks back, gives me a cat mug, a bunch of Pepsis and flavored waters, gives me all my tea I left at her place back... but no radishes. Or the Brussels sprouts I left in her fridge. like wtf
Like, come on, she can't even appreciate radishes unless they're ~seasoned~ and ~baked~, she saw me eating one raw, and she was all, "Ohh, whoooaaaa, how could you do that, those are so hot!". I'm all, "Uhh, no they're not, try one.". Last time I date anyone from Match, too, if all the people there do is steal your fucking radishes.
Match: Start Soemthing Great, more like Match: Stealing Your Radishes Fuck.
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