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fiore-rosso:

,gina light visionary model - bmw

fiore-rosso:

,mad architects

fiore-rosso:

,aston martin one-77 factoryline

propaganza:

wearingwords:luckyshirt:

Dear people who like Neapolitan ice cream:

You like horrible things.

Neapolitan is for taste whores who spread the flavor love around like your mom spreads an email about recalled baby food. Among other things. Pick an ice cream already, sugar sluts.

I wouldn’t wish this shit on Hitler. Because I care. Do I seem like a guy that would be totally cool with showing up at your little party and clapping and singing about your goddamned birthday while there is a big tub of “I HATE MY FRIENDS” ice cream next to the cake? 

If you don’t respect me enough to at least give me options that AREN’T TOUCHING EACH OTHER, then walk away and don’t look back unless you want to see my back because I started walking away first.

Or hey, why don’t you come over for pizza and boiled rat? Oh I put the boiled rats ON THE PIZZA because it’s just easier for me to do it that way. Just take them off if you don’t like them.

HERE IS A NEW CAR BUT IT’S FULL OF DEAD HOOKERS I HOPE YOU LIKE DEAD HOOKERS.

I think “New Car Full of Dead Hookers” should be the Ben and Jerry’s name for this treachery cream.

BUT HEY A LOT OF FOOD HAVE OTHER TOUCHING FOODS LIKE NACHOS RIGHT?

How much absinthe did you snort this morning? To preserve this nacho analogy, you would have to be the kind of mutant who would open a tub of Neapolitan and drag your spoon ACROSS THE FLAVOR SPECTRUM OH MY GOD before taking a bite. I don’t even think Neapolitan Bonaparte HIMSELF would have in his darkest maniacal fever dreams imagined that his invention would be abused like this.

If you want to pretend to be so open minded that you like all three flavors, and hope every team wins the Super Bowl, and Jesus and Satan and science ALL COME OUT AHEAD on Judgement Day, you go right ahead and lie to yourself and all of creation.

But DO NOT corrupt the world in which I have to raise my children by releasing into it the idea that it’s not only legal but SOMEHOW OKAY TO TAKE A BIG FUCKING BITE OF CHONILLABERRY ICE CREAM.

If all things were sold like Neaploitan ice cream, I’d be eating nachos, a slightly cold burrito, and one of Tommy Lee’s socks.

I just threw up a little in your mouth as I typed that. BUT I DOUBT YOU NOTICED.

I am crying.

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urhajos:

Robbie Lawrence