altered states
señor member
The Snickers flavor tastes like brown sidewalk chalk, the kind you draw hopscotch boards with. The banana tastes like the painted stucco on a high rise condo. The vanilla tastes like a black hole - you actually feel your tongue collapsing upon itself until it explodes into a brilliant white light that can be seen from the Moon. The chocolate tastes like fumbling a pass in front of the girl you have a crush on.
The women who wait in line to pay $3.75 for a wafer cone full of spackle suck in bed. Their breasts set off airport security equipment and their asses are not even fit to be sat upon. They clutch greasy little dogs in billion dollar plastic handbags covered with patterns of logos that if you stare at long enough and then look at a white wall, you see a huge middle finger. They tip badly and cut themselves on purpose.
I have spoken.
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The women who wait in line to pay $3.75 for a wafer cone full of spackle suck in bed. Their breasts set off airport security equipment and their asses are not even fit to be sat upon. They clutch greasy little dogs in billion dollar plastic handbags covered with patterns of logos that if you stare at long enough and then look at a white wall, you see a huge middle finger. They tip badly and cut themselves on purpose.
I have spoken.
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