- Oh You Are So *Sweet* To.. My Body.
Yes I know.. its sugar.. Hey I GET IT .. its got lots of Sugar. Its Not REALY GOOD FOR ME, fuck I got it already.
But I ♥ Vitamin Water.. and I really Like the Sprak kind and also the facebook kind with the caffine!
And Yes I Still like it even though its bad for me.. so there.
Now some links to why its bad..
“Like Vegas In A Bottle”.. kinda’
What Jelly Beans?
And this becasue I can:
Amish buggy, what?!
Vitamin Water I will Love you Aways and Forever! Even if you somehow are involved with my death 😦
Even Zombies Love it.. Come on now, that makes it Rad!
*this is in no way endorsed by anyone, from anywhere, its just my brain doin its thing*
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“Sad Biscuit Sat on my plate.
Sad Biscuit just could not wait.
So with all of his courage, with all of his might,
Sad Biscuit gave up, and turned out his light.”
And Boy, Sad Biscuit was super tasty with some jelly on him!
When you cook up your best pal Potato do you know that he is Screaming?!
Yes.. Those poor taters.. Screaming and crying and no one listens.. No one believes! Even Google is trying to cover it up, just try it Do Potatoes Scream when they are cooked they want you to look to see if tomatoes do and tell you about Lobsters. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my good friend the lobster, but we all know what they say before they get cooked “F@*k!”. Mr. Potato how ever has his eyes cut out, his skin peeled and then he’s cooked up, all while alive!
Or sometimes he just gets slowly baked to death, and not the I smoked too much pot and laid in the tanning bed to long, baked to death either!
Okay, I know you are feeling bad for Mr. Potato because I was too when I realized what he had to go through! So I talked to my dear friend potato and he told me as long as we talk to him and express that his death is not in vain, he doesn’t mind filling our bellies. I said okay, because between you and me I love to eat, me some taters! I didn’t tell him that though.. I didn’t want to break his little spud heart.
Now, dear friends just tell your potatoes that it will be okay and that he is going to the great potato in the sky, then eat eat eat!!
I’ll Find away to deal with google later..