#8. sam be wanting some food.

[ipuckett.livejournal.com]

Please tell me you're going to make spaghetti tacos.


[and alas, there is the sound of rapid stirring coming from Sam's end of the journal, perhaps a few splatters of a familiar brown liquid hitting the page every time she gets a little too zealous with her movements.

guess what she's preparing for the potluck. I dare you.]

So. Tenth floor. When are we going to get our food on? [and a pause as she licks the spoon she's using to stir her concoction, proceeding to smack her lips before...

yes, putting it back into the pan in order to stir it a little more. oh Sam.]

Because I'm making tons of gravy and I need stuff to pour it on!

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[loluradopted.livejournal.com]

Polo!