Hi, Chat,
A friend gifted me a fancy designer bucket hat that she swore she didn’t want anymore. Then we had a misunderstanding, and she ghosted my birthday party. Then I blocked her. And put a potato in her tailpipe. And slept with her ex. Can our friendship be saved? If not, do I have to give back the hat?
WHY are there suddenly so many different kinds of Oreos? What are Birthday Cake Flavor Creme Oreos really like? Occasionally sampling a blueberry in the produce section is one thing— and, before you say a word, have you seen the price of blueberries lately? If I’m plunking down eight dollars on a container of jumbo organic blueberries, I’m making sure they’re worth it. But I can’t have a full package of Birthday Cake Flavor Creme Oreos hanging around the house because the manager made me buy the whole bag again. So, are they like Golden Oreos? Because—pro tip for you, Chat—Golden Oreos are just O.K.
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