Friday, August 7, 2015

Barfs pink hearts

A sentence I wrote today: "She barfs pink hearts when she talks about him."

That reminds me of a story.

I went to a party supply store last year on Feb. 13. I wanted to get stuff for my nieces, who came home that day.

Going to that store was a mistake. You see, there's this little holiday called Valentine's Day. 

The store was so covered in roses and chocolate, it looked like love threw up everywhere.

And that's my awesome story of the day.

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