Someone just gave me a pack of Skittles Fizzl'd Fruits. I don't know who came up with the idea for these, but they should only be served through a glory hole. I don't ever want to feel a warm fizzle sensation on my tongue again. Unless a lot of cash is involved...
I had sex with a real estate agent last weekend. She rolled over in bed the next morning and I got hit in the face with a wafting smell of baked rigatoni. Is there a new Italian restaurant themed STD I'm unaware of or have I officially gotten so fat that sex and my love for Macaroni Grill have become interchangeable?
I want to give up everything and move to the midwest and find an old divorced white trash woman in her 50s who will love me unconditionally and we could sit around all day and be nudists and collect unemployment and watch porn with her adult children who still live with her.