Well, I missed work Wednesday due to rancid egg attacks. Despite having been in college for seven years now, I still haven’t learned that if you leave egg-salad out on the counter all day and then eat it when you’re high, there’ll be hell to pay in about six hours.
Speaking of painful internal issues, my brain is currently going into meltdown over the fact someone named their child “Kismitt”. C’mon, what the hell?
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