Bikinis Are Evil

I dream that I’m staying up north for a week, in a dormitory with two nice girls. They invite me to the beach, I flat out refuse because I’m afraid of wearing a bikini.


Back home I try to take a nap on the couch, but it’s almost noon and there’s a pink cake sitting next to me. I try to put it on the table and ruin all the frosting.

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