Recently, I decided to get a haircut to make myself look even better (a tall order when you’re already perfect). First, I had to call my old barber, promising that I wasn’t “switching up on him” and explained to him that it just wasn’t feasible for me to travel back to Phoenix just for a.
After buying an “unhealthy amount” of family-sized snacks, my tummy decided it was dinner time. I trekked up multiple hills while carrying enough sugary snacks to instantly finish off a diabetic. It was a true test of my physical strength, and I prevailed thanks to my ungodly physicality. I ended up at formoosa, a Taiwanese.