I learned tonight what I would do if faced with unlimited burnt ends and that I am stupid.
You could have just asked mommy……
Is the answer “eat them until you get the hallucinating meat sweats”?
I pretty much have meat sweats all the time, so it just went quickly south from there. If you know what I mean, nudge, nudge.
You got sick, didn’t you?
Ugh. This sounds very bad for me. I think you and your hallucinating meat sweats — and whatever side effects travel with them — can enjoy sleeping on the couch tonight.
On my way home now, darling!
Well, SOMEONE has to eat them. Good job.