Weird that yâall think Iâm sort of a disaster now and the majority of you havenât been following me very long. I started this blog when I was 16. You all missed out on such gems as the time I wanted to go to a concert but I had to do the dishes first and I stashed a really disgusting pot in the broken never used dishwasher to do later
And forgot about it for two months.
And when I realized what Iâd done and yanked it out there was a climax community eco system in there. Like a for real old growth forest.
I didnât know what to do. Whatever grew in t definitely had to be part of its molecular structure by that point. I was super paranoid no matter how well I cleaned it that itâs still poison my family with some sort of new mutated super pathogen.
But I couldnât let my mom know what happened.
So I buried it in the backyard.
And I was in the clear for two years, until someone in my family was digging back there, and it was unearthed, and my mom found out everything,
And I walked into my basement bedroom and it was in my window like the damn pet cemetery
Burying it cleaned it super well though so honestly I did the right thing.
So Iâm getting a lot of messages from people who have similar stories and I think we need to pose this to archaeologists as a new theory to major pottery finds
Hold on if I get my mom on the phone will you make that an official statement


















