Whaaat am I doooing

[makeyoubarf]

...well, yeah, I'm going to make you barf. He-llloooo, that's sort of, like, my job?

I mean, it's not my first choice of how to do things, but if you're going to risk your body with stick things like boogers and broccoli, you will thank me in the long run that I hit that button. And it's not like I'm yours in the first place. I need to go to Riley and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Like wear polka dots. How is she supposed to hang out with he popular kids if she wears polka dots?

Yeah, I thought so.

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[datbackstory]

I've heard worse guesses. [No he hasn't, but hey, no skin off his nose if she mussed up the estimate. He doesn't even have skin.]

I'd never break confidence. But thank you.

[makeyoubarf]

[Technically, neither does she.]

So like, not that I especially care, but what's your story?