Hell-O, Jell-O

This weekend was spring break for my roommate's little brother, Bryce. Aside from our adventures counting exactly hairs make up a lock (342), we also had some other good times. Blake was a terrible older brother, though, and was nowhere to be found the whole week. He was either out on dates, or studying through the whole week. It's all good though, Blake is just a busy kid. And lucky for me, he has an awesome little brother.

Here is a picture of what we did today:

$5 worth of jell-o (10 packets) and 5 hours later, we have our masterpiece: Blake's stapler in jell-o. This is how boys show friendship. They make life miserable for each other. But it's completely fine because I fully expect a retaliation. And I'm not upset about that, because that means I will get to retaliate to his retaliation. Unless he chooses not to retaliate to this prank, in which case I don't know what i'm going to do with my time... I hope he's not reading this right now.

Oh yeah, and apparently now i have to buy Blake a new stapler. Something about "the jell-o ruined it forever and there is no possible way to repair it". Whatever that means.