I just went to the restroom, and saw something interesting. There was a random trail of raisin bran leading to the end stall. Said stall is nick-named the "poo stall", on account of the fact that it's out of the way, so it's where the girls go to, well...you know.
I'm strangely relieved that there weren't milk spills on the floor.
Flows Like The Wrinkly, Tied-Together Bed Sheets Of A Tower Escapee
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Bride-to-be Melissa spent a total of 8 *hours* before her wedding
consulting with her baker, literally painting a picture of her dream garden
cake with i...

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