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*shudder*
Well, I finally figured out where all those tiny black bugs I kept finding around my sink every morning for the past week were coming from: an unopened bag of rice. It was totally infested.
Say it with me: EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!
My skin hasn't stopped crawling since I found them. I don't think I ever knew what that really felt like until now.
Oh, and I am not even going to get into those twin 13-yrs-old girl white supremacist folk-pop singer-songwriters, because trust me, you don't want to know.
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