not being metaphorical, my mouth actually tastes disgusting. GONNA GO BRUSH THE SHIT OUTTA MY TEETH.

...om nom?

hastens to add there is not actual shit in her mouth.

OH GOOD. ...not that I was wondering.

it's not the right weather for shit for dinner, that's more of a cold-winter's-evening dish.

Oh god, why do I- I don't even- WHY DO I PLAY UP TO THESE THINGS.

amused by this thread

shit: it's what's for dinner. But only in winter.

huddled in front of the fire with your loved ones, sharing a blanket you open the casserole to uncover a steaming bowl of wholesome shit.

it's one of the cornerstone memories of every child, amirite?

OH GOD, LOOK, I AM GOING TO BRUSH MY TEETH NOW.

lol'd so hard.

now refreshed and shit-free.