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Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. Those were key words to all my middle school sleepovers. We'd go into the bathroom, shut the door, and chant Bloody Mary while staring at the mirror, knowing that after we chanted it thirteen times, Bloody Mary would appear in the mirror (and presumably scratch our faces off). However, before we made it to chant number thirteen, we'd inevitably run from the bathroom screaming in terror. We could get a full night's entertainment out of this until the parents of whoever's house we were staying at had to come down and tell us to go to
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