Whenever I’m enjoying a frosty mid-day bloody caesar, I think it’s the perfect time for you yourself to enjoy a frosty mid-day bloody caesar.
Whenever I’m plowing through my 5th and 6th samosa slathered in spicy cheese dip, you should probably stick with the plate of chicken nuggets or tumbler of sliced cucumbers you’re working on.
Whenever I’m furthermore contemplating face fucking a bag of premium dill pickle chips, you should probably consider stopping by and mashing me across the back with a 2x4 so I’ll stop eating myself to death.