I'm happy to announce that all traces of maple syrup have been removed from the couch.

And a child-proof lock has been added to my fridge.

If shit waffle wants to get its little dull hands on any of my food, it's going to have

to be very disappointed.

As suggested, I went to purchase a pet stained vacuum, get rid of sticky substance, and

then I saw the price, so I borrowed my neighbors instead.

Surprisingly, she didn't ask why I needed a pet stained vacuum despite knowing that I

have no pets.

How did I think about it?

She probably assumed it was some kind of crazy college kid mess and didn't want to know

the details.

Now, what explain why she seems so disapproving?

You know, she can gossip about me all she wants, as long as she doesn't figure out that

it's my haunted doll who's been driving her dog crazy.

Hmm, interestingly, someone commented on one of my posts to point out that I'd previously

mentioned shit waffle leaving odd search histories on my computer, including researchers

into some sound pitches that only dogs can hear, which now makes a surprising amount

of sense.

I'm really glad I decided to share my experience with you all.

I've often been accused of being oblivious, so it's nice to have other people who can

make connections that I would have otherwise overlooked.

I mean, yeah, I have my friends, you know, that they're weirded out by shit waffle.

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