It’s 10 PM. I’m gaming, in my head I’m preparing to go to bed. It suddenly hits me, “I want icecream.” I go out to the nearest grocery store that miraculously closes at 11 PM, buy some chocolate chip vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce and some honey coated almonds and peanuts.
You’re welcome. I’m welcome.
Nite.
I did have this friend who used to slap Nutella onto their hotdogs. I never sank that far. I think.