thank you for saving me from alarming hunger yet again. i have no clue how you do it, how you lick it like a lollipop and you make me want to lick your wrapper. but you fucking do and those little chunks of hyrdogenous, chemically and genetically modified pork taste like little crystals of sex exploding on my tongue (like all good things we know are really bad for us, like grenade porn). eventhough you prefer the microwave i say no. i say no because you are too good for that shit. i treat you like the best, because you are a king. no reginerated heat for that yellow, alluring, mushy exterior--you get to stick it in my oven. straight in there baby boy.
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