Life on the Ranch
I lived in a house my dad owned and my “rent” to him was getting good grades at college. So a friend of a former boyfriend at the time needed a room, let’s call him Horacio. Horacio moved in to the basement area, and all is well, except lo and behold I realize I’m going through groceries at an alarming rate.
So I stop buying groceries, and only ate at friends’ houses or went to my folks for dinner. One day I came home from class and Horacio is drinking a bottle of ranch dressing. I asked him wtf, and he just said “there was nothing else to eat.” Story credit: Reddit / kanooka
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