Did you hear something?
It sounded like it came from the living room.
I donâ€™t know if it was one of the cats.
Hold on, let me feel around.
One. Two. Three.
Shit. It wasnâ€™t one of the cats.
We should go see if someoneâ€™s broken into the house.
By â€œweâ€ I mean â€œyou.â€
Me? But Iâ€™m so small and
Okay, how about we rock/paper/scissors for it?
Are we going one-two-three throw
or one-two-throw on three?
Ow. Donâ€™t poke me, I canâ€™t see anything and weâ€™ve only got ten seconds before the killer comes in here, flips on the light and shoots us both.
I had rock!
You did not have paper.
Fine, let me feel it.
That is not your hand.
Well, whatever it is, itâ€™s not doing a very good job of being paper.
This is a fun way to die.
My funny Valentine, Kristi, gave me an early gift. Last night, she squished a big spider that was in my bedroom. If that ain’t roommate love…