I bought a juicer last night. I was trying to hold off time a birthday or something, but I found a refurbished one for a fraction of the price. I couldn’t say no. Now I just have to figure out where the hell I’m going to keep the thing. Our kitchen is, how do you say… cramped. I’ve been obsessing over the idea of a juicer for a while now, and especially as of last semester when I wasn’t feeling so great. I’m convinced it’s going to male me feel like a new woman.
Poop juice
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