Adventures of a depraved candy slut.
Ah, lactaid.I am lactose intolerant, and every once in a while someone tries to slip me something I shouldn't have because the think it's all in my mind. Usually takes about an hour, and if they have to be in close proximity, they wind up regretting it, because I'm told it's like being in the middle of a tire farm fire. They never try it again.
If only lactose intolerance was in my mind, then it wouldn't smell like a paper mill in my house when I get some Cherry Garcia.
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