no matter how fucking good that cotton candy was.
Or regardless of whether or not you're stuck on a scenic train ride with nothing to wipe that sticky, gooey mess on.
I promise you, no good can possibly come from it.
Alright. I was going to stop there. But serisously. My kids licked their fingers too. How come they didn't catch the same cooties I did? Really?
Kids are nasty and dirty.
They stick their fingers up their noses (I would never do that...)
They don't wash their hands. Ever.
I'm a germaphobe. My daughter relishes in this fact.
She loves to swing those stupid swingy lids on garbage cans when we're in public.
She never hesitates to touch a toilet seat. Anywhere. Or open those icky little bins women throw their trash in in a public restroom.
Yet, I'm the one who caught cooties from licking my fingers!!
Fuck the Magic of Disneyland.
All you get is cooties.
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