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Requested a few bucks so i could get some food. I hadn't eaten for several days, and he looked rich,
he simply replied "spurgt" and yeet'ed me
This is it. Feeling it sliding along the nose's hair then the last drip of mucus leaving off.
It's a simple delight of life where you feel that your body is producing it's fruit simply by being alive. Picking it off being such a myriad of sensations that each part of you is overwhelmed by delight.
Then comes the obvious : Taste.
Like a bottle of French wine, each aroma unveils the longer you keep it rolling on your tongue. And age do matter. A well matured booger is a subtlety, a paradise of taste for grown connoisseurs.
100+ people wrote comments on is profile about how toxic he is and you werent able to ban this kid ?
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
According to all known laws
of aviation,
:
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
:
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
:
The bee, of course, flies anyway
:
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
BARRY BENSON:
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
:
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
JANET BENSON:
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
BARRY:
Coming!
:
Hang on a second.
(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
: