The bottom side of our fridge is that annoying white girl that “only shops at Whole Food because that have the BEST kale in the city.”
-r!/B

Love this video/totally freaked out by it.
-B

Yea, downstairs neighbors! It WAS me that just called security on your asses. I’m tired of being woken up by the stench of your cheap weed and fat voices. It’s 4 in the fucking morning. Like, good for you that you have the late shift at Target but be considerate of those who have 8-5 jobs. Fuckers.
-B

I just came home after being gone for a few days and S is holding my dog checking him for “termites.” I just spent 30 minutes trying to explain to her drunk/high/whatever ass that she was only seeing two of me, but in actuality there was only one. I wish my bedroom door had a lock.

-B

Surprised B with somuch Nutella this weekend….

-r!

I’ve never had to label things in the fridge before because B and I understand each other’s food habits. With S being around more, some boundaries need to be made a little more obvious.

-r!

No amount of yoga will ever make me flexible enough to easily paint my toes to match my fingernail polish.
-B

Last fat kid post:
Philippines hot pocket…pan de sal with Adobo baked inside.
-r!

Whole wheat pan de sal. Cuz we’re healthy.

u”hh…Miss? yo bread burnt.”
“No no…that’s whole wheat…”
“Waa?”

-r!