I'm contemplating using a Hungry Man box (it was in the trash) as a palette for my paints. I am out of paper plates. I feel very tacky right now.

I'm contemplating using a Hungry Man box (it was in the trash) as a palette for my paints. I am out of paper plates. I feel very tacky right now.

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