oh sweet, freezer burnt tasting cookie dough.
i can't help but wonder how many eggs are in you.
are you eggless? if so i have a chance of not getting worms or diarrhea.
i'm still a little worried. why would i be given you if you weren't eggless?
i can't stop eating you, i feel sicker by the minute but i just can't stop.
i look over, you look so disgusting, like grainy oversugared doo doo with raisins and oatmeal. there's not raisins in you, those are little chips of chocolate.
i'm not telling you what's real, i'm telling you what you look like.
you look like somebody who nobody wants to admit to wanting, someone with hidden surprises and lies hidden inside. that's when the eggs and the problems come in.
why didn't you tell me there were eggs in you? oh dear cookie dough, the lies.
but i continue, to grab you, and to eat you.
cookie dough you make me nervous.
i feel like gagging now.
did i overdue it? you are too mysterious for me.
i can't handle your sneaky ways.
you taste pretty good though. it's not worth it.
i have a headache and the queez is no help.
drink some water.
i drink some water.
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