So there was this boy (isn't there always)... he didn't like cream cheese. How very odd you say...not really?? Well, in my roomie's words, "I told you his eating habits were off. He just ain't right; who doesn't like cream cheese?" I wasn't buying it until in typical roomie fashion, she had to prove it to me. She took a poll and we couldn't find one single person who didn't... besides the boy. His food intake was almost as screwed up as his emotional state...she was right!
So there was this other boy. He didn't like my roomie. I'm pretty sure it was jealousy but never the less, he didn't like her. Everyone else in the entire world not only likes my roomie, but they adore her. What isn't there to like...she's funny, cute, sexy (when she wants to be), sings beautifully, can talk about anything, kind, compassionate...well, you get it, right? Any way, back to the boy. Shortly after coming to the conclusion that he didn't like my roomie, I had to kick him to the curb. I mean, there has to be something wrong. Who doesn't like my roomie?
My roomie is the human Cream Cheese!
So there was this other boy. He didn't like my roomie. I'm pretty sure it was jealousy but never the less, he didn't like her. Everyone else in the entire world not only likes my roomie, but they adore her. What isn't there to like...she's funny, cute, sexy (when she wants to be), sings beautifully, can talk about anything, kind, compassionate...well, you get it, right? Any way, back to the boy. Shortly after coming to the conclusion that he didn't like my roomie, I had to kick him to the curb. I mean, there has to be something wrong. Who doesn't like my roomie?
My roomie is the human Cream Cheese!
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