Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Pasty poison

[via text]
me: I need my book at one and you don't come in until four. WHA WE GON' DO?
Justin: Watch me laugh from a distance? 
me: That's what I'm going to do when I bake you all the cookies and cakes and you eat them all. And cry. 
Justin: No. I will remember this conversation and realize they are full of poison. You are the wicked witch to my Snow White. 
me: You just called yourself Snow White. I was already going to blog the conversation but this is gold. 
Justin: Yes. I am already pasty. I might as well be pretty as well. 

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