I hope I am not one of these parents I overheard in the grocery store;
Dad: What kind of fruitopia do you want, orange?
Kids: GRAPE!
Dad: They don't have it.
Kids: Yes they do. It's right there.
Dad: I know, but you can't have it.
A site with the aspiration of getting the following defintion into the urban dictionary, "insomnia brought on by ceaseless thoughts as one's tired body over heats". Emily tossed and turned all night in her midnight inferno.
Fueled by a mid-twenties guy sharing his egotistical storyline and atrocious typing.
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