You know something interesting about me is that I hate butter. It makes me gag.
Also, I am edging towards the swamp nirvana, an ecstatic hellhole with rotting wooden boats as transport, damp oars and asymmetrical portals. Smiles come unwillingly, it is fine. Hair grows into a dress pattern on your body-notion.
Hi.
I am going to try to make some friends today.
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You will never succeed at making friends with me. Now go back to your hellhole butter-hater.
I have so many homeworks to look at. Procrastination.
Babies are speaking to me through the victims of natural disasters. They are turning red-eyed to tell the truth of the whole world imploding.
i have tricked the beige today. sick today. oddly, i am kind of sick, but venture to the shack i must. i will take a rotting boat underground through the sewers to get there.
i smoked a stick of butter once. grey and not easy to inhale.
That is too bad about the butter Mountain Man. The cuisine of New Orleans would not be a good match for you, unless you are only speaking of butter in its stick or tub form.
I myself am not so fond of mayonnaise. My arteries clench up just thinking about it.
Chimney we have so much in common. I don't mind butter if it's cooked into other things, I meant more of the stick form. Butter on bread, that type of thing. I have never tried to smoke it, maybe I would like that better.
Mayonnaise is vile. Mayonnaise makes me want to I don't know, something bad. Let's hold hands and take a walk, CS. Wanna?
I hate butter mouth too! Sometimes I eat an omelet for example and my mouth becomes filmy from the milky fats. It feels funny
Mountain Man, I think that is a fine idea. I am ready to walk.
Ham Paw, you are magnificent. I do not like milk fat film mouth either.
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