My neighbors have a new puppy. I don’t even know what it looks like but boy do I feel sorry for the poor thing. His name is Basil, like the herb. Anyway, the little shit will NOT stop barking outside my window. So during exams I had to endure studying the marvels of biology while listening to a remix of barks.
In my mind, while I took a break from thinking of the best way to kill the little puff ball (I do love dogs but seriously, I would rip its vocal chords any day), I came up with a plan. When the opportunity presents itself, I shall go up to my darling neighbors and let them taste my famous meatballs.
Then I shall ask: ” Do you know what makes wonderful meatballs?