I made it through the night. If those centipedes crawled into my ears and are slowly devouring my brain and are laying eggs, I don't know about it. I probably never would! What if I have a horror movie moment, and as I am singing my mother happy birthday, (today is my mothers birthday) all sorts of crawling creatures start spewing from every orifice, landing all over the cake I made. Everyone will scream as I convulse from bug over dose! Sorry about your birthday Mom!
Time to go bake a cake...
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