i love what i do and i 've been doing it for a while now . my room smells of oil paint and turpentine . mom keeps her distance because the combination of those two media makes her drowsy ; she hates the smell and i do n't see why she should n't . i mean , the pungency annoys me too ,
sometimes

so when the pizza gets there , you tell him to help himself . after about eight slices of pizza , you realize that he 's eaten about twice as much as you have and is showing no signs of stopping . so , you get angry with your friend . he 's making an absolute pig of himself and does n't even care that he 's eaten most of your
pizza

bob could have been called in at this point , but he was n't miffed at his exclusion at all . he was relieved at not being brought into this initial discussion with central command . '' let 's go make some grub , '' said bob as he turned to danny . danny did n't keep his stoic expression , but with a look of irritation got up and left the room with
bob