I walked back into the room. I had only left our group for five minutes, so nothing could go wrong, right? We were just cooking spaghetti, after all. At least, I thought so, until I nearly slipped.
In spaghetti.
It was everywhere. On the counter, in the sink, on the floor, on the walls... I looked up, and boy, did I regret it.
There was spaghetti on the ceiling.
How the hell do you get spaghetti on the ceiling?
I just stared in silence.
Jeff was on the floor, covered in spaghetti sauce, probably asleep.
Jeff wasn't even in our group.
"Sorry about that, you know how it is with spaghetti..."
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The Great Meme Chronicles
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