Okay so a while back I asked for some topics to discuss and you basically gave me the following; taste buds, diet pepsi, york peppermint patties, and porno (thanks bob jones) and grant and ben for these lovely ever so interesting topics.
When I was younger, in my older days, we used to sit around telling stories of the days of old. We’d bite, we’d chew, and we’d swallow. The moment I discovered the wondefully uplifting fruity taste of one of those smelly york peppermint patties my first reaction was spew. And my second reaction was also upchuck. But that’s not a pleasant way to recap my discovery so I’ll put a sugar coating on the outside of this wrap. Fresh. Like mentos, only cheaper. But theres chocolate so thats good in my book. My taste buds froze with excitement but buried themselves in pity and shame. 85 cents later (inflated to today’s prices) I felt used, abused, and for lack of a better description, violated. The turkey was dead, but what could I do?
Bob Jones showed up in my mind (much like the devil does, and this was before I even knew what or who Bob Jones was) and told me that first off, I needed more, and second off, I should wash that down with some Diet Pepsi. Although, maybe I was watching TV at the time, I’m not sure. Can I live while I’m young? What’s this taste of a new generation. Are you sure? I’m not. What generation? Generation Multi-Task! So anyway, I bought some Diet Pepsi for the grand total of a buck thirty four and looked in my pocket and realized I only had 30 cents left. I drank the POP and found my taste buds dulled by my moronic necessity to spend money wastefully on this junk. Pop good, soda okay, cola alright. What is it now that I taste?