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[pinkeffinprofessional]

These aren't real candy. These are fucking sweetened pieces of chalk. First off, if you're going to celebrate this holiday, at least have the decency to get some real fucking candy. There isn't a fucking man in the world who didn't get laid by bringing a girl a box of chocolates, even from the fucking drugstore, but if you buy a box of these tacky fucking hearts there is no fucking way anyone is getting laid. Who the fuck buys these after the age of ten anyway? There's no fucking person on the planet who puts them in their mouths willing. They're fucking terrible and what the fuck is up with these words?

Murder.

Despair.

Drug addict.

Fuck it I'm not eating this shit. What's next? A rain of daffodils?

[He already ate one and it was a crappy secret he already knew :|]

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[notelegrams]

And the species of confections that capitalizes on the material, yes.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Big fan?

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[notelegrams]

Of cheap, poorly processed sugars?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Everyone's got their quirks.

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[notelegrams]

Ah, yes. Your cigarettes.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

They're calling that a quirk, now?