Let's say you're 5 and you have a can of frosting in front of you.You really really love frosting. So you start shoveling it into your mouth as fast as you can. Once you eat about half of the can you feel something isn't sitting right but you continue because you love frosting. At about 3/4s gone you start to dislike frosting very much, but you keep on going for some reason. Now you've finished the can and run to the bathroom to vomit. Frosting is ruined for you forever, you can't even look at it without being filled with resentment and anger. The smell makes you gag and you wish you never met that worthless lazy son of a fucking bitch. I swear to god the first chance I get I am out of that door for good. Who's going to burn your pot roast now Greg?? You ruined my life and I hate you with every fiber of my being.
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gronkpan @vomitinglarry.bsky.social,
Fri 7 Aug 2009, 6:15,
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Where on earth did you find that?
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BargeArse Maker of fine Trouser Trumpets since 1863,
Fri 7 Aug 2009, 6:18,
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Any luck on the job front yet?
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BargeArse Maker of fine Trouser Trumpets since 1863,
Fri 7 Aug 2009, 6:22,
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not reallya few positive interviews but nothing that has resulted in actual money
( gronkpan @vomitinglarry.bsky.social,
Fri 7 Aug 2009, 6:25,
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