So, my doctor called me today (okay, actually his nurse; whom I love) to tell me I am allergic to wheat.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I am not the allergic person in this household. Darwin is.
Uh, nope. Turns out I am too.
So I am in mourning... no more cakes. No more cookies. No more pasta. No more bread.
What's that you say?
Whiskey is made of wheat?
OH, HELL NO!
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