Then you remember that Jack–that’s his name, the mac & cheese–plays lacrosse. That’s probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two hands for lacrosse.A pinky? Damn, you might as well starve yourself.

A little part of me dies every time I try to commit suicide. If life is a buffet, I’m still in the mac and cheese phase. Maybe one day I’ll mature into more of a...

I need your compliments to feed my ego, because it’s bored of mac and cheese. And honestly, so am I.