Okay. So, my brother was all excited about phantom menace and all that crap, so for his birthday that year, we went. in the beginning before the movie started, they were having a south park bigger longer, blah blah blah promotion and were selling cheesy poofs. I was like shit yeah, so him being halfway considerate bought them. So I was all, hey cool, nifty, now I shall put them on a shelf and point to my cheesy poofs and be silly and so forth. So I'm hanging out in the theatre watching the movie with my unopened box of cheesy poofs, never intending to open the fuckers after all. My brother looks over, the big pig and takes them and opens it and starts eating it and is like "well, they'll just go bad otherwise, and you don't want that." Fucker. So all I had was a box that *was* cheesy poofs but was no longer. I hate that shit.
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Date: 2002-01-25 02:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
From:my brother, the pig
Date: 2002-01-25 03:51 pm (UTC)Fucker. So all I had was a box that *was* cheesy poofs but was no longer.
I hate that shit.