So, Atara made queesh about 6 hrs ago (read days), *I want a kitchen already i hate HATE kelly's oven* and we're still waiting for it to finish cooking. Mind you, this delicious *DELICIOUS* broccoli confection is cooking in our fleishig oven in one of the Washington Terrace shanties, so it takes awhile. Everyone knows you can't cook queesh with tin foil, *honey, it's spelled quiche* but that's what we have to do. She says we're getting places and it might be done *except there's still a lake in the middle of it, just to taunt me*.
On another note...Socrates my landlord (Sparadakys) has yet to fix the leak in my roof. He's fat and Greek *racist? fat has nothing to do with being greek, ahem jennifer aniston ahem*, and may I recommend that he start eating Chobani fat free Greek yogurts? They are delicious. *maybe if he likes them he'll get you an umbrella to sleep under, rather than you buying one yourself*. Mr. Benisz (with a z) got me into them.
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