




As the day progressed I started to feel very wenchy. I should’ve commuted to work today on my broomstick, fat hairy chin wart freezing in the wind, laughing, “weeehheeehehehehehehhhhheeeeeeeee.”
That’s why I tell people I dress in “costumes” rather than outfits. Not sure how or why this strange get up came together, I think my ham/chocolate bunny hangover got the best of me. Better day tomorrow. (crossing fingers)
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