I have paper cut on my tongue. It hurths like a mo’ fo. The minute my tongue thlipped acroth the envelope, I knew I wath in trouble. I gueth ith payback for a rejethun letter. Whath worth ith I ate a thalad lath night at dinner. Ow ow ow. My morning cuppa ithn’t feeling tho great either.
I really love the envelopeth where you peel off the little paper thtrip. From here on out, I’ll have the beagle lick the envelopths.