Tonight was the apartment gift exchange. We all gathered around the half-assed tree like triplets gathered around a single tit and rejoiced.
Before all the exchangin' went down, my roommate Kat was trying to make cookies for her family for Christmas. The cookies came out a little flat and crumbly, and Kat despaired, waving our spatula at the cookies in shame. They actually tasted pretty good despite appearance. Don't judge book covers and shit.
The spirit runs through her. . .
I got Kat a book called "Are Men Really Necessary?" Two seconds after this picture, she discovered that as well.
Jill shows off her gift from Kat, a "Hugs not Drugs" t-shirt. If only that applied to diabetes patients. I received a lunchbox that says "Whom have you exposed to syphilis" and a calendar of nuns in crazy poses. The exchange was a success.
No comments:
Post a Comment