HHS

My sister gave me a slice of Red Ribbon’s choco peanut butter mousse, and being a glutton I scooped out one spoonful and rammed it down my throat, after which I immediately fell in a coma, obviously in a state of HONK, HHS, or whatever fancy acronym it’s called now. I then remembered that after watching Spider-Man 3 a few weeks ago, my friend Namtab Pots who was trying to recover from dysthymia bought a 1000-piece JLA puzzle and one whole Red Ribbon choco peanut butter mousse cake— all for himself. He finished the entire thing.