[JustBeingMe]

Originally Posted by EnderD_503

When I was living in a dorm for the first three years of my first B.A. One day I was cleaning under the bed (which was...terrifying lol) and found a muffin I had taken from dining hall a few months back. It had not moulded at all after all that time...I swear you couldn't break this thing with a sledgehammer. My friends and I tried slamming it against the wall/floor/with various objects...this muffin would not break. That's some damn good preservatives... Also have no idea how it got under the bed...lol

I am ROFL Laughing so fucking hard on this one cause it sounds like the Biscuits my step mother used to make. LOL
My dad tried to make me eat them until I took two of them, stack them 2 high, and stepped on them with both my feet one on top of the other and said ... ahem, and you want me to do WHAT with them biscuits under my feet dad?
He looked down, saw me standing on them, and said, uhm, Never mind, see if the dog will. LOL
Me and couple cousins took the entire plate of them out the back door, and played baseball with them. Hitting them with the bat to see who could make a biscuit go the farthest. I am lauighing as I type. LOL
Had the dog ate them, he'd be