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Showing posts with label twatlight twilight werewolf stomach. Show all posts
Monday, August 23, 2010
Maybe, just maybe cookies represent the front line of soldiers in the American war against good health and freedom. A sleeve of Chips Ahoy, a tightly regimented platoon of navy seals, crumby commandos globally deployed and utilizing a lethal sweetness to inforce US hegemony, to brutalize enemy tastebuds in a blitzkrieg of choc chip shock and awe, winning over hearts, minds and waistlines... that, or I have a propensity for preposterous pontification...
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