Last week, there was a message on the lid of my pudding cup. It said “Frown is a four-letter word.” I am still completely baffled by this, and thus, unable to formulate a proper blog post. I’m sure one will formulate itself later in the week, unless, of course, the world does not implode from the repetition of this Gain commercial:
Every time I hear “good-er,” a small piece of me dies. It’s a four letter word.
Oh. Wait. No. I said it. So wrong.
The world might just explode now.
Sorry bout that.
