55 centavos limits you to the tough decision between the half-rotten banana beside the truckers' pep pills and herbal penis enlargement capsules on the front counter or a pack of peanut butter crackers. it's fats and proteins smothered in between two sheets of crusty carbohydrates that reckons to beckon you the most. you reach for the pack of peanut butter crackers, pay the bloodshot eyed clerk 53 centavos, not one centavo more, and bangle jangle down them summer streets with your two remaining centavos pounding out beats, clowning and downing them peanut buttery treats.

and after a long night of tight feeling and healing ladies like darjeeling, any double whopper, downtown dollar dropper, prince of the night proper, club bopper, rock hopper, never improper lady stopper blinging like polished copper, would appreciate and advocate that these pb crackers are one of the fine things of life.

stayed tuned for installment II of C+C™'s The Fine Things of Life.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=946862&forum_id=2#11075420)

and after a long night of tight feeling and healing ladies like darjeeling, any double whopper, downtown dollar dropper, prince of the night proper, club bopper, never improper lady stopper, rock hopper, blinging like polished copper, would appreciate and advocate that these pb crackers are one of the fine things of life."

this is probably the best thing i've ever read on xoxo

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=946862&forum_id=2#11314659)

The best part is that you don't even know what you are in for when you start reading.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=946862&forum_id=2#12760268)