Michael is sick L he has tonsillitis.
He called me at work
and asked me to make him chicken soup for supper. Of course I could not decline because every time
that I am sick he makes me chicken soup.
Jess was at a mall
with her friend. I she called me to pick
her up and I told her while I was there I would buy medicine for Michael and
stuff for supper.
At the mall she asked
me:
“What are we having
for supper?”
Me:
“I am making chicken
soup”
Jess:
“Can’t Michael make
it?”
Me:
“Jess he is sick!!!”
Jess:
“We can wheel his bed
into the kitchen.”
Me:
“There is nothing
wrong with my cooking!!”
Jess:
“If you like burned
food”
I was thinking of
Michael wheeled in his bed into the kitchen and remembered that obese guy that
got married in his bed.
PS: They loved my
chicken soup. I managed to cook without
burning.
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