Jules: “It smells like cardboard in here.”
Travis: “Is the oven on?”
Jules: “Well, yeah. I was keeping the pizza warm ’til you came in.”
*Travis smacks head*
Travis: “Is it in the box?”
Jules: “So? Jerry does it. He’s a cook.”
Travis: “What kind of oven does Jerry have?”
Jules: “I…don’t know. Electric?”
Travis: “And what kind of oven do WE have?”
Jules: “Shut up.”
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Poor Julie, I can relate! Just don’t remind Loren. *wink*
*giggles*