🎉 Friends & Parties

A twelve-year-old's 'artistic' campfire spirals into a sticky, screaming, sugar-fueled catastrophe — with witnesses, consequences, and lingering trauma involving burnt graham crackers.

When Poseidon showed up to Olympus’ monthly potluck with a 'freshly vent-cooked' seafood platter—still flapping, slightly steaming, and emotionally unavailable—the divine dinner party descended into soggy chaos.

A round, soft, *slightly sticky* marshmallow with serious James Bond delusions—and zero survival training.

Greg trusted the chair. The chair did not trust Greg. And the raccoon? The raccoon had *opinions*.

I went for one glass. I left with a Brie-stained conscience and zero dignity.