Resultingly, there was no time and even less inclination for anyone to cook, so at some point we ordered a couple pies
|Yeah like they looked even a fucking TENTH as good as this one|
Which is something we only do every few months or so, mostly because they're crap and none of us cares for it that much.
Any fuckin ways, I got home from work on, like Monday, I think, and was feeling a little peckish, so I went to the fridge and there was a load of leftover from the weekend.
So I took the box into the kitchen and proceeded to get a few slices ready for the mike.
Now, as it turned out, the Ranee was in the process of cleaning out the domicile of the Nukularly Monstrous Terrapins, and the three great huge honking motherfuckers were kicking it in the kitchen sink, prior to her giving them their showers and returning them to the freshly water-fied dwelling.
So as I readied my wee snacky there, I realized that they had completely ceased their normal scrabbling and scampering about, and were deadly silent.
Yeah, the one of them is smaller than the other two. Still pretty fucking Gigantosaurical though.
So I kind of laughed and said, you know, "The fuck are you sumbitches gawking at?"
Ha ha ha.
And then I suddenly flashed on
So I kind of sneaked off and ate where they couldn't see me.
Needless to say, I kept the Slugger
Close by when I went to bed.
Better safe than sorry, right?