You know when you say “totes” and you can’t stop yourself adding “mcgotes?” And then you feel gross about yourself? Like some piece of your dignity has been irrevocably shredded in a black hole of despair and shame? You wanna get a chai latte? You wanna go see francis ha? You wanna go do some dubstep aerobics? Totes! Then McGotes comes tumbling in from where she was hiding around the doorway and she’s all like “heyyyyy guys, wanna see how i can fit my whole fist in my mouth?” Even though you hate yourself for wanting it, you can’t stop yourself. And thats the totes debasing of allure of mcgotes. Totes mcgotes.
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