Posted February 15, 2009on:
There’s an orange candle on the table. It’s lit. I walk over to go blow it out and it yells at me in a high-pitched, pre-pubescent boy voice. (The flame part.) “You ain’t got shit on me bitch!” I just kinda stare at it with a perplexed look on my face. It stares back with an ugly frown and eyebrows that resemble up-side down pinball flippers. Then I blow it out with one quick breath. Fooo! Bahahaha!