I know, I know, "bestest" isn't a word... BUT IT SHOULD BE!! :)
So anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIA!!
For some reason i'm really happy today, and I don't really get why.. oh well.
It's the school holidays here in Victoria, Australia... So I'm not doing much...
BUT
My friend Savvy found this HILARIOUS Maximum Ride mini-story-type thing...
so I'm just gonna post it here:
okay? okay..
So just about an hour ago, we were all sitting around the kitchen table shoveling our last bites of dinner into our mouths when Iggy plops the GIANTEST cake you’ve ever seen down on the table. It was crazy lopsided and looked like it was half falling apart. Definitely not his best work. At least that’s what I thought…
… until it started to shake.
“Gaz,” I warned. “Are you seriously going to try to blow up this cake with all of us this close to it?”
“It’s not me, Max,” he said. But his eyes were lit up.
“Gazzy!” Nudge shrieked. “Do NOT get icing all over my new shirt. It took me hours to sew this thing.”
“Guys!” Gazzy protested. “I swear I’m not doing anything. There’s something wrong with the cake!”
“What’s it doing?” Iggy asked, clearly alarmed that he couldn’t see what was going on.
“HHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRMMMMMMOOOOO!” the cake moaned.
“Get DOWN!” I yelled, diving for the floor. The table was shuddering and suddenly—
The cake tipped right off the table, smashing to pieces next to us.
“Holy sugar overdose!” a voice said. “I’ve been trying to get out of that thing all morning!”
Total! Completely covered in cake and icing, shaking himself off next to us.
“Did—did Iggy bake you, Total?” I asked.
“WHAT?” Iggy said.
“Not at all. I just… overindulged a bit and couldn’t get back out from inside that death trap. I had no idea you were all going to try to EAT me.”
No one said a word. And then we just bust out laughing.
It was the best dessert I’ve had in a long time
HILARIOUS!
(I DIDN'T WRITE THAT!!!)
FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ!!!
Keep on dreamin,
Ally.
BUT
My friend Savvy found this HILARIOUS Maximum Ride mini-story-type thing...
so I'm just gonna post it here:
okay? okay..
So just about an hour ago, we were all sitting around the kitchen table shoveling our last bites of dinner into our mouths when Iggy plops the GIANTEST cake you’ve ever seen down on the table. It was crazy lopsided and looked like it was half falling apart. Definitely not his best work. At least that’s what I thought…
… until it started to shake.
“Gaz,” I warned. “Are you seriously going to try to blow up this cake with all of us this close to it?”
“It’s not me, Max,” he said. But his eyes were lit up.
“Gazzy!” Nudge shrieked. “Do NOT get icing all over my new shirt. It took me hours to sew this thing.”
“Guys!” Gazzy protested. “I swear I’m not doing anything. There’s something wrong with the cake!”
“What’s it doing?” Iggy asked, clearly alarmed that he couldn’t see what was going on.
“HHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRMMMMMMOOOOO!” the cake moaned.
“Get DOWN!” I yelled, diving for the floor. The table was shuddering and suddenly—
The cake tipped right off the table, smashing to pieces next to us.
“Holy sugar overdose!” a voice said. “I’ve been trying to get out of that thing all morning!”
Total! Completely covered in cake and icing, shaking himself off next to us.
“Did—did Iggy bake you, Total?” I asked.
“WHAT?” Iggy said.
“Not at all. I just… overindulged a bit and couldn’t get back out from inside that death trap. I had no idea you were all going to try to EAT me.”
No one said a word. And then we just bust out laughing.
It was the best dessert I’ve had in a long time
HILARIOUS!
(I DIDN'T WRITE THAT!!!)
FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ!!!
Keep on dreamin,
Ally.
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