It was not wise to open that can of cat food while I had that bland pile of spinach souffle in my mouth. When that warm-metallic-meat scent hit my nose, it almost put me on a bus to pukey-town.
International mirth-maker and a strange dichotomy of brainiac and unorganized mess...if only I could harness my strange abilities and use them for good...or at least for relatively harmless yet fun evil.
YUCK! :)
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