Kraft... Bro... You know what REALLY chaps my ass? I mean thoroughly gets up in there and cracks that brown eye like a dry river bed? When my mac and cheese, which I have been vividly fantasizing about since I took my first, sweet, earthy rip from my new vaporizer, reduces to simply plain dry-ass MAC via lack of mother fucking che-fucking-ese. Talk about blue balls of the soul... You're bad and you should feel bad; eat a smelly dick, without cheese... Assholes.
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