One Afternoon...
okay I know there are no hot pockets, but if frat boys werewolves can drive hummers to the beach instead of going to school, I can post a hotpocket story.
What's a Jenjen to do. It was between her snacks, Brian was off at the villa, and she was a lil hungry.
Head in the ice box, nothing... she was only cooling the room. She shut the door and re-opened it. What? Like the Fridge Fairy was going to come and make something just appear?!
She decided to give the freezer a try. A cool swirl of mist hit her face as she opened the door. Bloody hell that felt good... and.
"What's that? A lone Hot Pocket? Left all by it's self?"
She took it out of the freezer and pushes a few other things aside looking for the box. It must be a run-away. But there was no luck. She closed the door as she looked at it. She'd had em before. But the others made them.
"How to cook you my pretty?" she stripped it from it's wrapper and looked on both sides of the sleeve. Nothing, just Crisper written on it.
Not the complete air head, she had seen it come out of the microwave... so it went in, all nice and cozy in the crisper sleeve. With a tap of her finger to her chin she looked at the time. "Now how long is it. It's frozen... so"
She spun the dial to five minutes and skipped out of the room. It was worth a shot.
okay I know there are no hot pockets, but if frat boys werewolves can drive hummers to the beach instead of going to school, I can post a hotpocket story.
What's a Jenjen to do. It was between her snacks, Brian was off at the villa, and she was a lil hungry.
Head in the ice box, nothing... she was only cooling the room. She shut the door and re-opened it. What? Like the Fridge Fairy was going to come and make something just appear?!
She decided to give the freezer a try. A cool swirl of mist hit her face as she opened the door. Bloody hell that felt good... and.
"What's that? A lone Hot Pocket? Left all by it's self?"
She took it out of the freezer and pushes a few other things aside looking for the box. It must be a run-away. But there was no luck. She closed the door as she looked at it. She'd had em before. But the others made them.
"How to cook you my pretty?" she stripped it from it's wrapper and looked on both sides of the sleeve. Nothing, just Crisper written on it.
Not the complete air head, she had seen it come out of the microwave... so it went in, all nice and cozy in the crisper sleeve. With a tap of her finger to her chin she looked at the time. "Now how long is it. It's frozen... so"
She spun the dial to five minutes and skipped out of the room. It was worth a shot.