Time for a haircut and a fire extinguisher.
I just want to say that marshmallows aren’t actually that easy to eat after you roast them. They make my hands too sticky. What we really need is a pair of marshmallow tongs for the campfire. That is my thought for the day.
Because the only thing better than eating marshmallows is eating them in space. I’m going to level with you all though; I really don’t like eating marshmallows. It’s only roasting them that’s fun — the actual consumption I can take or leave. I also really want to go to space. Just because.
Campfires are for chumps.
I’m amiably ambivalent about the advantageous addition of article alliteration. I’m not sure that sentence made sense, but you get the picture. Look, I’m still sick, it’s freezing outside, and I really want marshmallows. I don’t words properly today.
I really hope you’ve got a fire extinguisher ready, though…
