Of course, as you can imagine, I was estatic... as was my room-mate for my sake. Now, don't get me wrong, I love her support in my times of need (rice days, or better known as Monday through Thursday). But I wasn't fond of her timing regarding this new-found optimism.
Poor guy never saw it coming.
What was one to say in order to save face? My secret was out. This man's entire (and I mean entire) livelihood depends on the public's view of his rice -- I mean meals.
It was as if time itself ceased to exist. I could feel the burning hot coals of judgment
fall upon me. Heaps and heaps of injustice via over-exaggerated gasps were all I felt as I shrinked away into oblivion. Apparently people here like rice.
What did I care? I had mashed potatoes for supper, S.O.B.
HAHAHAHAH.
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