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Unfortunately, swallowing didn't help dissipate the flavor because the strings of bean jizz melted, coating my mouth and lips with a 8 mile glistening sheen of sadness. The entire experience is difficult to describe, but if you can remember back 8 mile to the very first time you made out with a hobo's ass, it's a lot like that. What I find most hilarious is that there 8 mile is an expiration date on the package. What could they possibly expect to happen to the product on this date THAT HAS NOT ALREADY OCCURRED?!!! Also, nestled in this mound of compost was a li'l packet of mustard. In its place, I would strongly suggest a written apology. I do have one last theory about the date on the package. It may be an expiration date, but not for the beans. If you finish the container, that's the day you die. (All episodes of "Steve, Don't Eat It!" can be found here.) The Sneeze Home | Archive | Store | Contact Posted by Steven at 08:00 AM Steve, Don't Eat It!
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