Where's my pie?!

We are waiting for the father-in-law to come and ruin our buzz. It’s the last of our weed. (We got some finger hash though.) Anyway, not important. We are waiting and are thus: hungry. He comes with food, and buzz-killing leet skillz. Anyway. Rabbit went to get some small edibles, because he was hungry. He came back WITH PIE.*** … One slice.

ONE slice?

I was incensed! HE went and got pie for HIM but NOT ME? All the time we’ve been together, I ALWAYS make sure to give him equal to what I have, if he wants it, and he KNOWS how I feel about pie. I started ranting and raving, and the conversation went like this.

Me: What’s that! *Death stare*

Rabbit: *hides behind back* Nothin’! *Skulks across bedroom*

Me: PIE?! Is that pie?! where is my pie? *sudden dawning of thought as I see his other hand (the hand he was originally holding the pie in) is empty* NO PIE? YOU DIDN”T GET PIE FOR ME? WHERE IS MY PIE? WHERE’S MY PIE?!” I repeated “Where’s my pie at least 10 times. Each repitiation gaining drastically in volume.

Rabbit: Oh. I’m only eating half of this. *Hands it over*

Me: I hate you.

 

So tonight is brought to you by PIE and those who worship it.

 

*** Pie is my life. I would die without pie. It’s the only thing that keeps me alive, looking forward to the next pie.

P.S. The cats refused to do anything cute, so that is a picture of a cat in a tree that looks like it could be one of mine.