Andy: I read your post about your first day at the part time job.
Bee: What? Were you bored so you thought you'd check my blog?
Andy: Sure. I was wondering why you didn't talk about the shoes you bought while you were working.
Bee: I thought about it but I decided it didn't add to the story.
Andy: I disagree. The fact that you LIMPED to their shoe department and ransacked boxes until you found your size then proceeded to take off your shoes in the middle of the store to put on the new ones then realized your socks didn't match and that your feet smelled, would have completely made that story!
Bee: Hey! My feet don't smell!
Andy: They don't stink but they do have a slight odor to them. Like stale bread. It makes me go "eww stale bread smell" but then it makes me hungry.
Bee: There are so many things wrong with what you said. Besides, don't you think that would be considered TMI to share on my blog?
Andy: You're kidding, right? Now you're going to start censoring yourself? How about the time you blogged about not being able to go #2?
Bee: I was looking for suggestions!
Andy: That's why elves invented google. [pretends to type] "hello google? Why can't I poop?" or "what can make me go poop?" and then google will answer "not enough fiber" or "enema"
Bee: I liked it better when you were the silent type.
Andy: Speaking of things that make me poop, what are you cooking for dinner?
Andy admitted it was only one pair of shoes that I owned that smelled funky and those were my Payless special shoes that I wear when my feet are cold and they're really more like slippers and I will no longer wear them ever again!
The reason I was cooking is because my mom abandoned me again and went to Mexico. ::sobbing::
I'm sorry if I'm not speaking clearly but I bit my tongue (I taste delicious by the way) while trying to bite a frozen piece of chocolate. The only reason I was eating chocolate was because I had sprayed my mouth with perfume in the morning (accidentally of course) and I was desperate for the taste to go away.