It tasted like salt, sweat and dirt mixed together. If that wasn’t enough, then the aftertaste kicked in. It was as if someone had somehow bottled the toilet water from my little boy’s bathroom and turned it into a drink
Month: August 2017
My husband and brother-in-law both agree that there is something evil behind the scenes at Target. Something their wives aren’t telling them. Is it a cult? Does the big red bulls-eye somehow hypnotizing women across the country?