When I was a kid, I was always given a mug of hot herbal tea whenever I finished throwing an epic tantrum in order to calm my nerves and make me more accepting of the grounding I was going to be given. As an adult, I participate in the same action whenever I am filled with nonsensical rage over my electric bill and need to keep myself from burning down my money-sucking home.
But now, I'm not so sure about imbibing in a cup of hot tea IF A FUCKING KILLER CLOWN IS APPARENTLY ATTACHED TO THE TEA BAG!
Seriously? This is how you decide to tempt me into buying Herbaria brand tea leaves? Nightmare fuel?
Thanks to you, I am eyeballing my Earl Grey with the same intensity that I give the random squeaking noise of my basement door being opened by my cat at 3am....by screaming .
I hate you.
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