j.lowing it
A magical place where Girl Scouts with special needs go to have the best July of their lives, even if the food tastes like it was cooked by a sad camp counselor.
That camp is like heaven for my sister, even if the hot dogs are just sad bread with ketchup on them.
I went to J. Low and ate so much mystery meat I forgot my own name.
My cousin said J. Low was the best July she ever had, even though she got lost in the woods and ate a squirrel.