yesterday in the early hours of the morning:
[ i am trying to help tuttle study for his developmental psych test ]
tuttle [talking to me]: [something something something], pam.
i proceed to throw his book on clam's bed and go to bed.
strike one.
today, in tuttle's car boat on the way to baked, a bakery recommended by carrie:
me: favorite food.
tuttle: don't have one. yours is lasagna, right?
strike two.
i hope strike three never comes.
3 comments:
boooooo
He hopes strike three never comes.
maybe tuttle isn't as great of a friend as he seemed
haha just kidding tuttle
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