She throws her phone at me as hard as she can, then shudders, her face screwed up in horror. She leans nearly dry retching, while I laugh hysterically.
“That was … ugh,” She gasps and shudders again. “Yuck.”
Laughing, I duck as she takes a swing at me with her bag.
Works every time.Disclaimer: Please do not Google Blue Waffles.
I will not be held responsible for any nausea, vomiting, nightmares or emotional breakdowns you may experience if you choose to ignore this and Google Blue Waffles.
There. I warned you.