Not like Tuna Helper. I didn’t remember this stuff taking a half of stick of butter, but my memory is NFG anyway. But tonight I watched the worst movie (in my opinion) ever: Griffin and Phoenix. Only seeing it could fully make you appreciate it’s awfulness, but I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
And so my dinner was bad, my movie was bad, and it makes me feel alone. Lonely. Empty. Hollow. Incomplete.
