that it can lead to years of [subconsciousable] distress buried so deep it takes a gallons of double-fudge chocolate ice cream, three years of night terrors, and one certified therapist to uncover.
Today I drove by a Pier One Imports. I did not stop in to pick up a desert Moroccan candle scent, nor a new beaded pillow that leaves funny marks on your face when you sleep on it. No, Pier One is not a happy place for me.
I was just a wee Buhbba about to step in a monster bear-trap laid by the invisible unjust hand of the world disguised as none other than a Pier One Imports. The following is an account of the events reenacted by my lifelong friend and ring-tailed lemur, Archimedes.
*Let it be noted that Errand Day is not actually a competition. Let it also be noted that below is what Archimedes actually looks like:
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