so this weekend I used a public restroom in which the toilet paper was like cotton candy. I don’t mean it was soft like cotton candy, I mean it had the texture, the substance, the integrity of cotton candy.
It was flimsy and barely there and melted as soon as it got wet.
I should have tasted it. maybe it WAS cotton candy.
mmmmm. I love cotton candy. if my hair were made of cotton candy, I would be so beautiful. and it would be very delicious to eat me. and my hair. no one would complain ‘your hair is stuck in my mouth.’
- worst. trade. ever.
- why do I say dirty things?