I swear to ******* God,
you eat my Oatmeal one more time
without asking,
and I'm going to cut your arm off.
Every morning I wake up
at 6:30. Ann wakes up
at 7:00 for work.
So I take her Oatmeal out of the cabinet
and pour a shitload in a bowl.
More than I will ever need,
just to **** her off.
And she wakes up at seven
and I'm just smiling there,
wolfing down her oatmeal;
anything to get a win in the morning.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
I swear to ******* God,
you eat my Oatmeal one more time
without asking,
and I'm going to cut your arm off.
Every morning I wake up
at 6:30. Ann wakes up
at 7:00 for work.
So I take her Oatmeal out of the cabinet
and pour a shitload in a bowl.
More than I will ever need,
just to **** her off.
And she wakes up at seven
and I'm just smiling there,
wolfing down her oatmeal;
anything to get a win in the morning.
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