Tell us what you did this weekend.
I bet we can top it.
You flew to New York City and went and saw the hottest show in town?
Please.
You rode a train through wine country?
Boring.
See, this weekend, we went to a party. And as much warning as S to did to N about what would probably happen at the party, he couldn't even prepare himself for what they saw.
This is the evidence.
Someone did this to an innocent apple pie.
Now.
Imagine the sickest thing that could happen to said pie.
And make it worse, much worse.
We were sitting next to each other, unable to stop looking or laughing and yet unable to breathe.
It was a bonding moment. Or scarring. Maybe a little of both.
A lot of times here, we try and write what we know. And take pictures of what we know.
For the life of us, how do you even put this into words?
It does need...remembered? Maybe. I don't think we'll ever forget.
Photo - S
Words - S (with inspiration from N)
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