Post #544695

One time (ok maybe a few times) when I was a kid I found this whole plastic jar of premade cake frosting in the cupboard, So I got a spoon and ate it. My Mom was like “Did you eat that frosting?” And instead of answering I declared war on my brother, to protect us all from the imminent threat he represented. But still, I had to answer for the frosting. The war did not go as well as I hoped. So to be clear, in this story the frosting is really the Epstein files, and my brother is Iran.