sebastian6

Last night I sat Shiva for the Purple Pie Man. Strawberry and her pals got together and fucked him over. I wouldn't like to get into too many details as his death is still a painful reminder to me of the hatred directed at anything involving grape flavor. Suffice it to say that he died how he lived. He was baked into a pie.

Just because something is grape doesn't mean it's worthless or any less of a flavor than the others. Grape may not have the tartness of strawberries or raspberry, but did you have to kill him?