Today i saw: many people pie'd in the face.
at the end of camp, we put on a carnival for the kids. i promised myself last year that i would not be in charge of the pie in the face booth, but i think i forgot.
i now promise myself for the second time- never shall i work that booth again.
i smell like rotten milk for days after because somehow i'm the one who gets a pie to the face, even though i'm the worker.
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