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.
When the toilet paper is gone.
22 hours ago
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