Howdy! How ya duurrnn?
I've decided to document my life to show my future grandkids what MawMaw was like prior to becoming famous. Well, I can guarantee you that I cannot guarantee you that this will be entertaining/worth your time/grammatically correct, but I can tell you that you're beautiful. To protect the individuals stated in this blog, I will only use their real names. Have a RICE day, kiddos. Boop Boop.
So, I'm in Taiwan for the holidays and I come across this multilingual ice cream vendor. He seems sincere and friendly, so I got some good ole sweet frozen cow lactation from him...
Now, it was no Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla. In fact, it was the worst "ice cream" I'd ever had. I paid for ice cream, but rather, I received a man-handled stale ice cream cone with tacky malleable vanilla goop, garnished with a three inch pubic hair. Yum. Now, I'm no hairy orangutan, but if I'm not mistaken, I believe that's rather long. I feel hurt and confused. I trusted this man.
I don't think I'll ever be able to trust the Turks again.
It's alright, though. Shortly after, I snatched this little rascal.
So, I'm preparing for my semester abroad in Germany, and one of the
things I have to get done is, well pack, and get my wisdom teeth
removed. They haven't grown in, and I haven't felt them, yet, but I
wanted to make sure I didn't wait for that to happen while I was abroad.
So, I did a thing...
Part I: Can we please talk about that sketch alleyway, though?
Part II: The drugs have kicked inttt....
There was whining, and crying, and singing, and Christmas joy.