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Once wasnt enough?? Had to go back for seconds?!?!?
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HEY!! Give me a break, I was only 3 at the time and my brother was 4. What did we know???
Hmmm… I think most probably remember the game I described a few months ago. The one with the spices and such? Remember that. Yeah. I knew you would.
My cousin Jimmy isn’t too bright. One day we mixed rabbit poop into his raisins. A little while later we fed him oreos with play do as the creme. Then, wafers with a tabasco filling. It was a good day.
This girl I know, Tara, a fucking moron, will eat anything for money. She ran her food card down quick, so whatever it takes for a buck. The first time, I had come into the caf and found a pickle just sitting at a table. I proceeded to just soak it with salt, and when she came in, I paid her a buck to lick this pickle. After that, I salted it even more, and paid her five bucks to eat it. The next time, I had the remainder of a soft taco. It had meat, cheese, and fire sauce on it, and I put a huge dallop of strawberry yogurt on it, also. Next, she had a bottle cap full of ketchup covered with pretzel salt and cheese. The next time, I paid her to drink a cup of fire sauce, orange pop, lots of salt, some chicken skin, some foil, more salt, snot, ummm… I think that’s it. She’s a total retard. To quote this moron, “Sooo sallltyyyy…”
The bandaid thing is fucking gross.
–Tim
Homer “The bandaid thing is fucking gross.”
Yes it was.