In the corner of the mess, the cooks lay out a small selection of candy, gum and little bags of Fisherman's Friends. Occasionally, I grab a bag of the cough drops-living in AC for 5-6 weeks dries out my throat. Today, I stopped for a bag because my throat is REALLY sore. Some fucker gave me the plague.
Anyway, I see a roll of MUSK-FLAVORED Lifesavers. FUCKING MUSK!!
Now, if you've never had a musk-flavored Lifesaver, you can't imagine the taste, OR the smell. Not in your worst nightmares. Three hours later, I still cannot get the taste out of my mouth and I spit it out almost instantly...
Kiwis are some weird motherfuckers.
Anyway, I see a roll of MUSK-FLAVORED Lifesavers. FUCKING MUSK!!
Now, if you've never had a musk-flavored Lifesaver, you can't imagine the taste, OR the smell. Not in your worst nightmares. Three hours later, I still cannot get the taste out of my mouth and I spit it out almost instantly...
Kiwis are some weird motherfuckers.
1 comment:
that is just gross
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