Vengance Gross-out
Because I blame any slight illness I may feel now on my mom, I have been telling her about the nose-pudding episode. She is thoroughly grossed-out, and this makes me happy. Almost as happy I was in the days when my brother and I would poke our steaks with our forks and make distressed mooing sounds. "Stop it! Stop it! That's horrible!" giggle giggle giggle and, as we grew older, smirk smirk smirk



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