I licked sixty-five envelopes last night.
Disgusting. That glue-taste will probably never go away now.
All becuz dumb-ass April forgot to grab one of those spongie-thingies from work (or the store) to seal them with and was too impatient to wait till she had time to go out and get said spongie-thingie.
At one point, I turned to Daryl and said, "Maybe you can at least lick half of these for me?"
"Gross, no way." Was his loving reply.
Anyway, I think I ran out of saliva.