Or something. Tell me to run, RUN from this. Get your ass out of the store pronto-pup.
Can you see the longing in those eyes? Can you see the resolve draining away? Can you imagine the sugar crash that may happen later?
Could someone please please explain to me why getting to the club isn't nearly as easy as settling down in an enormous recliner to watch me some trash TV?
Could someone explain why I want Doritos as soon at it's dark at 5 p.m?
EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!
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