Sometime in January 2005, I went to the bathroom to make some pie. I sat down on the toilet and what did I spy? A piece of moldy macaroni caught my eye. Every single chance that I got I went back to check on that moldy piece of macaroni. Right now as I say this, it's sometime in September 2005...the macaroni is still there.
Somebody isn't doing their job
Moldy macaroni shouldnt be there for nine months
Who eats macaroni in the bathroom anyway?
What is up with that macaroni?
What is up with that macaroni?
What is up with that macaroni?
Somebody isn't doing their job
at this point Jared forgets what else he said, but he does know it involved hating Forest Park...
