Emails from one roommate to another during work.
Liia: (sends a flyer asking for volunteers where dinner will be provided. dinner is bolded.)
Roommate: lol I like how “dinner” is bolded. you know how to get me interested…what is it though? is it a fruit plate with cheese cubes? or is it DINNER dinner
L: Catered dinner. Last time it was fancy and weird but the rolls with butter were delightful.
RM:mmm weird catered dinner. catering food is so weird. I’m going to have qdoba cater my wedding. (neither of us are getting married anytime soon, by the by)
L: I shall have a salad. It will be delightful. Because I will be wearing a slutty and awesome dress and wont’ want burrito belly.
RM: seriously? you’re just going to eat salad at my wedding? do you know how much good dessert I’m going to have? I’m not having salad. not a choice.
L: Ok fine, Qdoba salad and ALL THE DESSERTS NI THE WORLD
RM: I already told you we’re not having ANY salad.
L:
Rude about the salad. Some of those things do not seem to mix (mojitos and peanut butter cups) HOWEVER once you’ve had many a mojito, a burrito, I bet then you would want donut holes.
My brain is mush.
My wedding would have:
Patty’s BURRITOS! Actually no I’d feel sick. I want make your own mango chicken fajitas!!!!!!
And so many mini fruit tarts. With only strawberries and mangoes and kiwis and grapes only.
And chocolate chip bread pudding
And macarons FROM FRANCE
And margaritas
and mojitos
and long islands for the trashy types
and fancy pink fizzy delightful beverages
and no children allowed
and mini In n Out burger sliders
and FRIED BANANA TEMPURA DELIGHTS
and pigs in a blanket
and 21 Choices
and French croissants.
RM: oh because MY menu doesn’t go together….
