My Neighbour Errol: Guilt Pie
(knock on door)
Errol’s daughters: PIE! PIE PIE PIE! (translation: Do you want pie?)
Up in Errol’s kitchen:
Me: This is awesome pie!
Errol’s daughter: Is there enough for seconds?!
Errol’s wife: There’s one little sliver left. Did everyone get some?
Errol: No, I gave up my slice for Manda.
Me: (looks horribly guilty)
Errol: (not looking up from his knitting with stupid face) I don’t even need to look at your face. I can just feel the guilt. It’s awesome.
Me: (looks horribly embarrassed)
Errol: I don’t even like rhubarb pie.
Me: (resists the urge to snatch away his knitting needles and stab him in his stupid face)
Posted on May 29, 2014, in My Neighbour Errol and tagged guilt, my neighbour errol, pie. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Yup, I would stab him in the face and live out my days in a psycho ward. Totally worth it! Haha
Hahahahaha, except his wife makes awesome pie. The key to more pie is to not kill her husband…probably…