Hey look! I’m watching tv and ignoring all that laundry. I’m about to eat a Frosty. Speaking of which, why are there flavor choices now? The old Frosty was perfect. People screw with perfection way too much.

This post brought to you by my mysterious illness. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.

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