I don't know when it started but now it is essential for myself to nom or om something that is of edible substances. Mainly a sandwich or cookie.
Don't ask why, it just is.
Relevant picture is relevant and short chapter is short.
And the winner of the point-out-the-obvious prize goes to Cal.
Yup.
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The Antics and Fudged Up Sugar Within My Non-existent Life
Non-FictionSo basically, in a simpler version of the title, I have no life. From choking on air to 'nom'ing a sandwich, this is a little collection of the rather memorable events in this soul. Yup.