More candy, plz.

Well, as I started getting my things together for the resident event I’m throwing tomorrow… I kinda kept telling myself: See, this is why you can’t go shopping unsupervised.

I RAN OUT OF BAGGIES TO PUT CANDY IN, GUYS.

R U sure these aren’t for u?

Coppola judged me the entire time.

After his coma, the beagle came out in him.

Gladwell has a hounds nose and tracked all the locations of the candy and cookies. I guess when you can’t see well, or hear, your nose gets pretty curious.