One of my sisters went Rambo in my bedroom with a sizeable packet of white mocha powder. Nearly every square inch of my hardwoord floor is covered with a fine, white coating, with an incriminating trail of twinnie-sized footprints suggesting a quick exit.
For some reason, it reminds me of all of those anthrax scares that were in the news like ten years ago. I guess this is just how my mind works.
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Hahahaha!
I read this in the prayer room and died laughing.
Hilarious! (: