...it's what bwings us togevah today.
Picture it: my bathroom, 2007. I peer into the mirror, trying to perceive obvious improvement in my crow's feet from my new eye cream that I've been applying faithfully for two weeks. Mr. Pigs comes up beside me, leaning in and squinting.
Mr. Pigs: Ooh, baby! Golleeeeee, that looks angry!
He's staring, repulsed at the red planet besmirching my chin.
Me: What?
I feigned blindness, pretending not to see the pulsating orb-like encroachment upon my face.
Mr. Pigs: Have you tried lancing that?
Me: Thanks.
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