There are some things in life that are just plain terrible: Nazis, crying babies on airplanes, snakes on airplanes and condomeeza rice, just to name a few. Now picture a flying, snake-wielding jew-gassing cunnileeza and you’ve almost achieved a level of terrible on par with chunky pizza sauce.
There is nothing worse than desicrating a fresh, piping-hot pizza with old, stewed tomato chunks that burst forth with their acidic month-old pulpy bile. When I lovingly bite down into a slice of ambrosia, and my teeth pass through the delicious meat and cheese layers and are then ambushed by some mushy, squishy piece of decomposing vegetable corpse, it makes me want to punch myself in the brain.
That is all.
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