Sometimes the best part about being a grown up is being able to choose to act like a kid. A few Sundays ago we decided that we would have ice-cream for lunch. Yep, just ice-cream. Nothing organic or nutritious or balanced... just delicious ice-cream.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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