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Home Cookin
03.13.05 (7:07 pm)   [edit]

Today I came home to 4 wonderful ladies in my kitchen preparting my dinner. Some of you might be wondering how I pulled this off without forking out a single dollar. Well.....one night I woke up to a call from a drunk friend begging me to pick her and others up from the bar because one of them was too wasted to walk. The call came around 2 am and I had been asleep for a little while already. I told them if nobody else would do it, then I'll come get 'em. It turns out I was the only one dumb/nice enough to go pick them up. When I got there, I got to see one lucky lady puking into a plastic grocery bag. The bartender had the look, like she was ready to start breaking shit if these girls didn't leave soon. We finally got everyone in the car and they kept saying, "we owe you big time Ricky..." I told them that they had to take me out to dinner or make me dinner and tonight was the end result.


They cooked chicken parmasean, caeser salad, pasta, and banana bread. It was great. There was even some left over that I was nice enough to share with some of my roommates. The girls were nice enough to do all the dishes after I sweet talked a couple of them. They even washed the dishes that were there a couple days ago from my lazy ass roommates and their guests. One of them claimed they would all cook naked but that didn't happen. Oh well, the food was good. You ladies can give me a drunk call any time if the food keeps coming. The moral of the story is: you must give to receive (even though receiving feels really good)! :roll:

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