Georgie woke up this morning at 3am and when I went in to calm her down she asked for milk. Got her some milk. Then yogurt. Then chicken. (She got neither.) Who asks for chicken at 3:30 in the morning, who isn't a drunk college dude coming back from the bar??
So random. It was all I could do not to laugh.
IHGB #342: The Tortured Poets Department
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