The other night when we got home we heard laughter coming from our neighbor's apartment so we had to knock on the door and see what the hell was going on. Come in, come in, Dallas said. He told us he and Michelle had just bought the fat app and had been taking pictures of themselves for 30 minutes. They both still had tears on their faces. Of course he had to line us up and take a few mood shots (you know, angry, sad, thoughtful) and we spent the next half hour (it felt like a month) collapsing on the floor, hiccuping, screaming and drooling like drunkards (I'm sorry all the pictures are still in Dallas' phone).I wonder if this is what happened when the cavemen first discovered fire.
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