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| All for a cup of sugar..... |
| By jakeFuNC |
| So I'm just sitting there, and Paul is like: "Jake, where the hell is the sugar?" "Well duh," I said, "In the cupboard." (that was said extremely sarcastically) "No kidding dumbass." Well, Paul is my brother, and he can beat the shit out of anyone, so I just shut up then. Paul:"MOM! Where's the sugar at?" MOM:"Go find it yourself!" (my mom has some issues, because she is the only person in our house who has any idea where anything is, but I'll talk about that later. Back to the story.) Paul:"Jake! Where's the sugar at?" Jake:"Phpt! I don't know." Paul:"Well go find some.. I need to make Kool-Aid.... and drink it all..." And so my journey began. Now an average serving size of Kool-Aid per person is about 2 Quarts, or 1 packet. And 1 packet needs about 1 cup of sugar. So I only needed 1 cup, but I'd grab some for myself. So I went to my closest neighbors, the (name withheld)'s and knocked on the door. Neighbor:"Oh, Hi Jake! How are you doing?" Jake: NEED SUGAR. Neighbor:"Oh. Sorry, we're plumb dry." Jake: STILL NEED SUGAR. Neighbor:"Eh? Not on my chinney chin...." Jake:CUT THE CRAP. I NEED SUGAR. Neighbor:"What I said before." Jake:YEAH I REMEMBER THAT CRAP. Neighbor:"Yep." And then I felt IT. Jake:"Hey could I use your bathroom?" Neighbor:"Not on my chinney chin.." Jake:LET ME USE YOUR FRICKING BATHROOM. Neighbor:"Neigh!" Jake:FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... But then it was too late. |
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