I may or may not have eaten eight-year old jam.
Just now.
More to follow.
Unless this causes me to die.
In which case, it has been a good run.
It really has.
You know how parents sometimes have to tell their children not to eat stupid things?
Say, a toddler will start to put a cigarette butt in their mouth.
And the mom, if she bothers to look up from her copy of O, will caution:
"No no, Jakob-Dylan. That's dirty."
I need someone around to do that for me at all times.
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