Bill plopping down his gym bag near the front door stomped into the kitchen of his home. Bill was a tall, athletic guy with a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and was at the moment absolutely starving. As he did every Saturday, Bill had gone rowing and as always he could eat a horse by the time he got home. Approaching the kitchen bench Bill couldnt help but smile to see there were cookies on the bench and he ran a large hand soothingly over his stomach as it grumbled in anticipation through the fabric of his grey, rowing zootie.
Inspecting the cookies which seemed to be in the shape of dicks Bill noticed a note written in block letters pinned underneath the plate, which read DO NOT EAT. It was clearly a message from Bills housemate Todd aimed at him specifically considering Todd knew how hungry Bill got after rowing. Bill however, just scoffed at the message and didnt see the harm in just sampling a few of the cookies, which looked so fresh, so delectable. The aroma of the cookies encompassed the whole kitchen and looking around Bill wondered if Todd was even home.
Inspecting the cookies which seemed to be in the shape of dicks Bill noticed a note written in block letters pinned underneath the plate, which read DO NOT EAT. It was clearly a message from Bills housemate Todd aimed at him specifically considering Todd knew how hungry Bill got after rowing. Bill however, just scoffed at the message and didnt see the harm in just sampling a few of the cookies, which looked so fresh, so delectable. The aroma of the cookies encompassed the whole kitchen and looking around Bill wondered if Todd was even home.