It was pure gasoline, tasted like cough syrup. This drink is making me question the universe and existence and why God would let this monstrosity live.
Last seen within the body of a drunken college-educated boy very early Sunday morning, right before said body's mouth bit into a block of uncooked Ramen noodles. Chicken dust packet was opened and slightly wet, though dust was nowhere to be found.
I'll roll it through my street for the very first time, blasting the shit out of Grand Funk Railroad. Everyone will lower their sunglasses in awe, and my ice cream truck will rock so loudly, it'll shatter their aviators, but I've got some ice cream to make it all cooler!
