THAT’S WHAT MY BEST FRIEND/ROOMMATE SAID RIGHT BEFORE SHE TOLD ME that she hated the jar of ChocoMallows I put on the kitchen counter. I thought it added a bit of flavor to the kitchen, not to mention the convenience of a nice, sweet treat on hand. After all, they were on clearance for .48 at Target, marked down from .99. What could be sweeter?
I thought I’d “be honest with her” right back by letting her know that I, in fact, enjoy my ChocoMallows. They are sweet and simple, and somewhat resemble the taste of Cocoa Puffs and upscale dog treats. How delightful. I planted the chocolate puffs on every nook and cranny of her turf. She’s not home yet, but I’m sure it will be sheer chaotic bliss once she discovers they’re not in the jar…but instead in her toiletry drawers and shoe racks (that’s where the bliss comes in).
Snapshots of the crime:
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fucking aye, Jenny Marie.At least now I’ve rid myself of every last one of them, I hope it was fun for you watching me suffer.That is all.