I went down to the garage this morning and discovered that my car had a flat tire. This put a huge cramp in my plan to go procure proper adult food for lunch. Fuck this.
Someone really needs to install a tripwire that, upon contact, will ass taze any covert candy machine operatives into using better food judgement (I state as my gut punches me from the inside, post 7.3 second Snickers bar inhalation). Urp.
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Someone really needs to install a tripwire that, upon contact, will ass taze any covert candy machine operatives into using better food judgement (I state as my gut punches me from the inside, post 7.3 second Snickers bar inhalation). Urp.
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