As I was in the bathroom preparing for bed, Cinnie Minnie started to sing in a weird tune from inside the room "Guess what I got? Guess what I got? Guess what I got? Suuuuuuuugarrrrr." And she walked into the bathroom holding the sugar canister like a baby. "Suuuuuugarrrrr," she repeated. "You like that. You like it when I hold our sugar like a sugar baby?"
"I'm gonna go post this now."
Miss Madeline: *typing*
Cinnie Minnie: See that? I just made the sugar canister my bitch.
Miss Madeline: *typing*
Cinnie Minnie: This is diabetes waiting to happen.
Miss Madeline: *typing*
Cinnie Minnie: If I don't wake up tomorrow morning, then it may be due to a sugar coma. If you can't get me up, you should be alarmed.
Miss Madeline: *typing*
Cinnie Minnie: No spoons? They're overrated anyway. I'm using a knife.
Miss Madeline: *typing*
Cinnie Minnie: Bleeeech. That tickled my tongue.
Miss Madeline: ARE YOU PUTTING MORE SUGAR IN THAT MUG?!
Cinnie Minnie: It's really not that much.
There are people who smoke all day long at the Cancer Cabanas. They're just eliminating the competition. Smoke on, fellow job-seeking college students. Smoke on...
Shit my friends say.
Kelsie Jo and I were giggling all day long at The Bloggess. And it struck me: we're pretty damn funny too. We don't actually try to be funny. But if this *amazing, wonderful, and whimsical* lady is funny, then we are too. We just need to write everything funny we say down. I nominated myself as the Blogging Queen to do the honors and start up our very own giggle-worthy collection of stories. Welcome to Cancer Cabanas.
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