I was looking through comments and wanted to rant. You looked nice and like you wouldn’t mind soooo here I am. So my sister walked out the kitchen leaving a bowl of brown balls. Sus. Usually you can’t just leave food out in the open with siblings. But she did. Big mistake, really. So I took the plate and made a mad dash for it. I reached the bathroom and locked the door. (The bathroom is the only room with a lock) When I ate one they were soooo good!!!! It was like happiness in edible format. Then I wondered why am I suddenly soo happy? Drugs? WERE THERE DRUGS IN THE BROWN BALLS!!!! It was too late the plate was already empty and I was on a happy high. Then I heard my sister pound the door. Sheeet. And that is the story of how I got addicted to bliss balls. (Don’t worry they didn’t end up having drugs in them)
