Nom nom i want some pie
It's blueberry and raspberry combined.
I made an apple pie the other day with apples I picked from the neighbors yard--at night. So, not only did I steal the apples, but it took me 30 minutes to slice, core and peel those bastards. By morning, 1/2 the pie was eaten by my stoned out of his motherfuckin' mind nephew, then lied about touching the son of the bitch.
The fucker did get a new job, though. It lasted almost three weeks. He claimed to be head of the cooking department, but in reality he was the dish washer. When asked why he's not working there anymore, he lied about that too, saying the boss and the other cooks didn't know what they were doing. The truth is that he got himself a new xBox with his first paycheck and played the SOB too late, thus was always late to work, that is if he opted to go in at all. I'm leaning toward the latter.
The next time the stoned Goth useless piece of shit fucker starts crying and wants to kill himself, I'm goin' borrow Kano's sword and give it to him.
