“Welcome, Karen, to Pants On Fire!” the game show host says.

“Excited to be here!” I tell him.

The host eyes me. “Are you?”

My forced smile starts to break. Sweat beads drip down my face, and I swallow hard.

“Light up her pants, guys,” the host orders.

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*remembers what family is like*

*quits family for Twitter*


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Me: That many flavors would give my palate a nervous breakdown.


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Me: yeah, 5 called the baby an idiot.


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No sir, it will be round.

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