Never eat biscuits that have expired well over a month ago. I found them in the fridge and my mom said that as long as they didn't smell bad, they were probably okay to bake and eat. Every fiber of my elf-being told me no, she was wrong and I should just throw them away. But the little voice in your head -Jimminy Cricket- the one that says "don't eat bad biscuits unless you want to blow up like the Pillsbury Dough Boy in the microwave", yeah, he's dead. He died in the Student ID Cricket Incident of '01. It was...err. Yeah, don't ask.
Anyway, now I have bad biscuit poisoning or something. And I don't really feel like eating, but I'm way hungry. Mom said she was coming home soon because her computer at school was broken (she must have let Louise touch it). She also said she would make chicken for me when she got home. But...it's been 30 minutes already. It should only take...oh..15 or 20 to get home. She must be lost. Or she didn't want to make chicken for me. I'd go get things ready so it would be done faster, but she didn't tell me anything. I don't know how she's going to make it.
By the way, don't eat canned spaghetti with a stomach ache. Actually, don't eat any kind of spaghetti. Just don't eat Italian food - it tastes enough like vomit already.Feeling:  exanimate Listening to: kim possible theme music |
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