Yesterday we found a tube of toothpaste crying in a little corner of the bathroom.

We go, “What happened to you, dude?”. And it goes, “They squeezed me right in the middle, like I’m some accordion with emotional damage”. We’re like, “Okay, okay, it can’t be that bad…”. And the tube says, “Not that bad? I’ve got existential wrinkles now, my little butt is still full, and my mouth is completely empty”.

Magikito moral: don’t squeeze your day in the middle, or it’ll end up all wonky like a churro. Go step by step, keep some order, and hold on to the cap just in case… because it’s the tiny leaks that turn into full-on drama later.