Jinny. You’ve seen me dance. You know the answer to this question.
All of them.
Oh god. I don’t even know. All the possibilities.
I don’t really like sauces on my sandwiches cuz it gets too messy. I guess if I had to narrow it down, I’ll take salami, pepperoni, tomatoes, mozzarella, and provolone on ciabatta bread. So basically a white pizza sandwich.
My mom used to call me that. Sometimes, Megan calls me that. It’s whatever.
Pshhhhhhh, everyone knows angels don’t eat ice cream. Did you not listen to the guy outside of Coldstone with the lazy eye? Geez, leave it to anonymous people on the internet to find any excuse to argue over religion.
As for your question, my early childhood memories are all scattered in time that I have no way of knowing which was earliest. I guess if I were to pick one that’s pretty clear in my mind, it would be the day my family moved from Wisconsin to Michigan. Some of the neighborhood kids gave my sister a bag full of candy as a going-away present and she gave me a KitKat. I was about 2 at the time and was madly in love with my two mistresses, KitKats and gummi bears. But the affair turned ugly as my two front teeth decayed until they were as brown as that sweet, sweet chocolate coating those crispy wafers.
I guess what I’m trying to say is eat your vegetables, brush twice a day, and never eat chocolate bars (unless it’s a Twix).
I feel like I’ve answered this question before so many times but I guess it’s a really important question considering when the Rapture actually does arrive, the first order of business will be to turn sinners like me into ice cream.
Probably mint chocolate chip cuz it has the best personality.