i screamed like the hurtingest woman ever on drop zone at canada’s wonderland and i got the worst burn on my shoulders and neck and arms and i got mustard on both the prizes we won like immediately. i hate mustard. i got this eyedropper thing, a liquid lunch it is, the flavor of bbq chips. more like bbq saliva-vomit.
sometimes i just want to throw all my clothes out the goddamn window at the old man next door and make secret fart noises and hide so he will go cucko trying to figure out if there is such thing as a garden what farts.
