"I hope YOU'RE ok, mister onion."
"Scary rotten food in the fridge terrifies me."
"Flooooo flooflooflooooo.. floo floo floo floo." [I have no idea what she's talking about, but imagine a sing-song voice and flapping bird-wing hands.]
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
My roommate cooks.
She enjoys couscous. I enjoy her quotes. Here are a few from the past few days, as she has been making couscous quite often recently.
"Oh, we're already boiling? That's what I like to see."
"I hope YOU'RE ok, mister onion."
"Scary rotten food in the fridge terrifies me."
"Flooooo flooflooflooooo.. floo floo floo floo." [I have no idea what she's talking about, but imagine a sing-song voice and flapping bird-wing hands.]
"I hope YOU'RE ok, mister onion."
"Scary rotten food in the fridge terrifies me."
"Flooooo flooflooflooooo.. floo floo floo floo." [I have no idea what she's talking about, but imagine a sing-song voice and flapping bird-wing hands.]
