I'm having an all-out affair...with Billy...Goat Chips.
Honey, it's shameful. SHAME. FUL. And as hard as I try-- there's no stopping me. I mean I am sneaking around. Hiding behind the sandwich prep table...Grabbing two or three. Then six or seven. I cannot stop myself.
And just when I'd committed myself to Swimsuit Season.
don't judge me,