your girlfriend, renee, swore that she could cook. her exact words were "if i wasnt a singer, id be a chef" and you didnt want to make her feel bad so you just nodded and smiled as you leaned against the counter, watching her because you knew she wasnt a good cook. shes had many accidents in the kitchen

just like now. somehow she had got flour everywhere and you knew that there were four pork chops but somehow she only has three. you had only left the kitchen for five minutes to go to the restroom and this is what you came back to

you couldnt stop yourself from busting out laughing as renee wiped her forehead, causing flour to go on her face as she huffed, causing you to laugh even more "baby, what the hell did you do? i left for like five minutes"

she huffed again and rolled her eyes as she glared at you and shrugged like a little kid "i dont know.. i was just doing what the recipe said.. and then this happened" she explained as she tossed her hands up, making more flour go everywhere