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I told my mother that I was sad because I wanted ice cream but I didn't have sprinkles so I decided to wait on the ice cream until I could go get sprinkles. I just love sprinkles. Like vast amounts of them. Her responce?
"It's a good thing you have a job, sprinkles are like a luxury."
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What the fuck mom. A luxury would be a personal chef in my kitchen making me ice cream with sprinkles when the hell I want. Not a two dollar bottle of colorful sugar from Shaws. Fucking hell. I worry about myself sometimes.
"It's a good thing you have a job, sprinkles are like a luxury."
...
What the fuck mom. A luxury would be a personal chef in my kitchen making me ice cream with sprinkles when the hell I want. Not a two dollar bottle of colorful sugar from Shaws. Fucking hell. I worry about myself sometimes.