I am so upset.Once a month(ish) this package opens up and a liquid gets squirted out of a small bottle onto my neck.
I cannot possibly tell you how awful it is.
It's..... cold, and...wet, and...kinda smells for a few minutes and.... I know you're thinking, "so, what?" ...but let me just tell you how tragic it is. I have to run around hunched over as if someone's just beaten me for about a half-hour. Then I have to act offended for an additional 45 minutes or so, and pace the house while I'm at it. I will NOT accept normal cookies (slight exceptions for the SUPER good ones), and I will NOT allow anyone to try and console me. This humiliation and pain requires me to be on my own. And I'm told that if there were a dog equivalent of the Oscars I would win it.
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