I just wanted to share
Misstery is currently wandering around her house trying to find another bottle of Nyquil to kill her current state of mucus dripping delirium. As she attempts to scrape the last sticky traces of hardened Vicks Vapo-Rub with her fingers, she asks you to enjoy this brief nonsensical entry.
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Things I Accidently Put My Mouth On (#542)
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I won’t lie to you... The three foot invisible square around my computer desktop is absolutely filthy. Dust rests on every horizontal surface and there’s so many bits of dried cereal stuck inside my keyboard that it should be apart of each balanced breakfast.
Anyhoo, one day I’m eating Tic-Tacs and savoring the minty feeling inside when I shook one out of it’s plastic casing a bit too hard. The thought of losing a single tablet of the two calorie per serving goodness set me into a panic and I jetted my hand out to save it.
My palm hit the floor and grasped around a small oval shaped object. Without thinking I popped the newly rescued prize into my mouth and waited to taste the yummy spearmint coating. The message sent from my taste buds to my brain was not one of sugary happiness.
I tasted something wrong.
I tasted a peanut... or possibly a cashew or a wet almond. Either way it was definitely a shaving off some long digested candy bar. I love candy bars.
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Things I Accidently Put My Mouth On (#542)
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I won’t lie to you... The three foot invisible square around my computer desktop is absolutely filthy. Dust rests on every horizontal surface and there’s so many bits of dried cereal stuck inside my keyboard that it should be apart of each balanced breakfast.
Anyhoo, one day I’m eating Tic-Tacs and savoring the minty feeling inside when I shook one out of it’s plastic casing a bit too hard. The thought of losing a single tablet of the two calorie per serving goodness set me into a panic and I jetted my hand out to save it.
My palm hit the floor and grasped around a small oval shaped object. Without thinking I popped the newly rescued prize into my mouth and waited to taste the yummy spearmint coating. The message sent from my taste buds to my brain was not one of sugary happiness.
I tasted something wrong.
I tasted a peanut... or possibly a cashew or a wet almond. Either way it was definitely a shaving off some long digested candy bar. I love candy bars.