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 X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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!