on instant messenger, i told carl, "brb. time to go make popcorn."
and i walked my happy little butt over to the microwave. when i was about six feet away from the microwave, carl came running (literally) up to the microwave and put his ramen noodles in it.
jack. ass.
after a minute, he did take his food out so that i could microwave my popcorn. amen.
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