So I've decided I could run a small country. I basically do. Everyday. In a family of about 15 people, with a few extras we pick up on street corners, it is a small country. Cooking for the small country has become a stressful tasks. For some reason they think that they can now form opinions about my cooking. Well I have news for them: they can't. So from now on I will make what I want, and everyone will eat it, gladly. So tonight I'm making pasta. It will be delicious. Everyone will love it, even if I have to make it.
I'm just saying... something was crooked about that food last night... I don't know.. maybe it was your doing, maybe it was Jessica's... I'm just saying.
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