Smell changed way more than taste. Most things now just smell like alien farts.

The flavour has changed for me. I adore Jägermeister now, too. Actually I enjoy a lot of “herbal” flavours since.

I know the smell of burning rubber from the before time. I kind of imagine this new flavour like biting into a soft and chewy that. Plus flower petals or whatever.

I used to have some whiskey stones until I got tired of taking a pile of rocks to the face.

Right, like I can’t explain the flavours I am accustomed to. And I can’t even explain the new one (neither before nor after). But like… good hell/bad hell? I’m going with good hell.

Ask?

I never used to like it. Then I got COVID. My taste and smell died and were resurrected one Easter morning, but all weird-like. Now I love black liquorice. Tastes like eating a tire but in a good way.

Kill Bart! Kill Bart!
Kill, Bart! Kill, Bart!

People lock their doors; everyone understands.

Deezmember

Gottem!

Yes

Those vanilla pods will be lovely in the banana bread. But where are the bananas?

I might have missed the one wherein he makes electric cooktops illegal but I think that one is still coming, at least. And potatoes must use masculine pronouns. And it is domestic terrorism for Taylor Swift to be a meaniepants anymore. Something, something Dr. Seuss. Masturbation will make you blind (please self-report to the nearest blinding centre).

My duck:

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