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"Pickled onions are quite a tasty snack",

  • "Pickled onions are quite a tasty snack", said Darryl, finishing off a whole jar of his wife's home made fayre. "Slow down, Dar!" said Anita, shocked at her husband's gobbling.
  • Darryl's untamed habits never allowed Anita to store to much food during the winter season. No matter how fast she canned the food, his ravenous appetite was always there.
  • It probably didn't make it any easier that Darryl was chomping down steroids like they were sweets, and was so hungry all the time he has begun to consume his own arm.
  • NOM NOM NOM. And although eating his own flesh was problematic for a number of reasons, it did provide him with a convenient solution to the age-old dilemma of the "munchies."
  • His craze of hunger was so strong he became too thirsty to think! Suddenly, he began to drink his own blood from his veins with crimson rubies dripping from his neck. Then, he
  • fainted. His friend from the next dorm, Jet, rushed over from the sound of the fall. He rushed to the hospital. The doctors nurished him with more blood and food from the iv. He wd
  • ask for Amy. We knew he wasnt going to make it. I cried soft sobs.
  • My hair blowing in the wind I said Do'h. in the words of homer simpson
  • Let's go to Moe's?

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