“My Chiodos hoodie is on backorder!” I whined after checking the order status.
“What’s that?” Bob asked, just to be an asshole.
“‘Chiodos’….that sounds like the name of a cereal,” Collin added, taking a break from writing in his diary about his fantasy picnic with Tatu and Peter Cetera.
“Honey frosted Chiodos,” Bob laughed.
I told him to shut up, but frankly, if that cereal was on the shelves, I’d buy it.
actually- perhaps collin isn’t so bad after all.
this cereal idea is GENIUS i tell you!!!
But you can’t start liking him now! I still need an ally.
ultimately, i’m ALWAYS your ally…
but he’s growing on me. A LITTLE.
ew, i’m so tempted to mark this as spam!
When I think of Chiodo’s, I think of that bar that used to be in Homestead…that got replaced by a freakin’ Walgreens. Yep.
When my mom was younger, she beat the shit out of the Chiodos daughter, so that’s what I think of when I think of Chiodos. True story.