poems who would? April 23, 2013April 22, 2013by heather anne wake up, make pancakes test food for poison… wait, what? you’re not important Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I use my roommate to taste test my food. I always invite him to dinner, and he feels guilty because he feels he’s freeloading, but ultimately he’s just my poison checker. I think it’s a rational response 😉 And I’m just kidding with the roommate. Reply
Some call it red 
I use my roommate to taste test my food. I always invite him to dinner, and he feels guilty because he feels he’s freeloading, but ultimately he’s just my poison checker. I think it’s a rational response 😉 And I’m just kidding with the roommate.
>.< even if you're kidding it's still a great idea.
Instincts of modern survival.
Exactly.
haha! I loved this.
🙂 thanks!