freudian twits (but not the roald dahl kind)
I know what you’re thinking: we coordinated our outfits. But before you run away with yourself, no. We’re just psychiatric like that.
Would you believe a psychologist once told our mother we had a combined IQ of 298? (Yeah, she didn’t either.) This is what happens when you trade on a total impracticality for twenty-odd years. The line between creativity and madness has thinned over time and now we’re just a hop, skip and one small impulse control disorder away from an irrational fear of bear attacks.