Tue, 01/21/2020 - 17:49 -- Aripari

Milkshake, O milkshake; so thick and creamy. I take a sip, you are so dreamy. Should I use a spoon or a fry? If you spilled I would surely cry. If I drank too many of you, I would have a heart attack and die. Milkshake, O milkshake I can’t live without you. You are my source of life, O it’s true.

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Beautiful.  I truly am torn between the narrator's choice: the fry or the spoon.

The passion that the milkshake brings, the contrast between death from drinking and

death wihout drinking brings me to tears.




Lol, thank you


It made me comment twice I am mad but not as mad as you are madly in love

with milkshakes.  I also am madly in love with milkshakes


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