octo tridimensional popsicle stick
A punch to the face of your self-worth. You’re not just a mess, you’re a popsicle that melted and got stuck in a dimension.
My mom called me that after I ate a whole pizza and tried to do my homework.
My friend used it on me after I spilled my juice and tried to clean it with my hands.
My teacher said I looked like one after I cried in the middle of a math test.
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