Was there, perhaps, something IN that drink? That might be a thought at least. But something about three feet tall, with an even longer, plushier tail, dressed all up in toddler sized winter garb, is now asking-
"....was it one of those real spicy gross ones?"
Never again, Potato has told herself. Never. Again!
Night Two
"....was it one of those real spicy gross ones?"
Never again, Potato has told herself. Never. Again!