It all started when my dad and I were working at this store in town together. We were stacking these boxes of Spanish Froot Loops and arguing about what the cereal was called (neither of us could remember and we couldn’t just read it because the box was in Spanish).

Did it turn into a deep philosophical conversation where your dad ends up not making sense again?

“Let’s see you hide from the cops now!” I gleefully shouted. “I’ll just send them after the crazy bitch with paint all over her face!”

lmao

I think you need more vitamin C.