Monday, August 17, 2015
Let me tell you a tragic story, Peeps. Once upon a time I was a nice baby that enjoyed crawling around, reading books and trying to grab poop when mom changed me.
Then one day mom saw an ad for a torture chamber. Even though it wasn't supposed to be available for sale yet mom managed to get one.
And now I can't play with poop anymore. The end.
I know. It's a sad tale. I tried to warn you.
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