legal will is exectuted
So last night, my sister/ex-boss Ruth went on a date. 'So what?' you say. She's a person, she's allowed to cast aside the shackles of bachelorettism and paint the town red. It's all true. BUT... not if that date happens to be the nephew of beloved prime minister John Howard. That's like Al Gore's daughter (a writer for futurama) dating Bob Dole. A match made in some sort of horrible poison match factory. Luckily it apparently didn't go to well.
I have a lot of nemeses, but none have shaken the core of my being as much as Muffin Nemesis! The story goes like this: at college breakfast in 2003, I was craving some english muffins (see picture below). However, the toaster was full of other people's baked goods, so there would be a long wait before I could delve into their tasty buttery goodness. Then I realised there was nobody else around. What if I.... do I dare? I dared! I stole someone's muffins right out of the toaster and claimed them as my own!