I only had to sit my ass on the bed and yell, "I LIKE BEER!!!" 9 times at the top of my lungs before Ant magically appeared at the door with a ''What the fuck is wrong with you?!?" look on his face (if only I had a dollar for every time he gave me that look) and a nice, cold glass full of cheap, yellow beer in his hand for yours truly.

Total score!!!!

Next time I'll try yelling, "I LIKE BEER AND A SMILE!!!" because seriously, I could do without the attitude.

:-)

4 comments:

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Pffftttt! No wonder he doesn't put out for you!

achilles3 said...

damn you whine a lot ;-)

Mel-2nd Chances said...

LOL, has your plan worked as yet?

J-me said...

best post EVER.