I hope enough time has passed that I can tell this story and totally razz my roommate about this funny thing he's done. At any rate, it makes me laugh, and I want to share it.
So Toasteroven decided to apply for a job at the Mexican restaurant where I work. I wasn't able to be there for the interview, but from what I can gather from both sides, the discussion included the following:
"Describe for me your favorite food."
"Oh, Gushers. They're made from dried fruit and they have juice inside. I sometimes eat like two boxes of them in one day."
"Okay, do you like Mexican food?"
"Actually, not really, but I can fake it."
When he recounted this to me, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Why did you tell them you don't like Mexican food?"
"Well, I thought they would value my integrity."
"Well, Toasteroven, you sure killed that the moment you said you could fake it. Why didn't you just fake it right then?"
"Oh. I didn't think of that."
Poor little Toasty. You just kill me sometimes, bro.
Note: think of this more as a historical fiction, since, as I said, I've had to recreate these conversations for which I wasn't present. You can still see why it's so funny to me, though, right? Maybe I should have waited until after he got that job before I shared this. Oh, well. You know I love you.
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Ha ha! I love it. Oh... and Toaster, gushers are one of the best things in the whole world! I LOVE them. Especially the strawberry ones. Whenever I'd buy them, I had to hide them someplace in the house from my brothers. If they found them, they'd be gone in two seconds... and the same thing with my Frankenberry cereal. Who'd have thought that I'd ever have to sink to the level of hiding cereal from my own brothers?
Now that is funny. I laughed so freakin' hard my sides hurt. Toasteroven, that was great.
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