There is no greater disappointment for me than biting into something without suspecting a thing, and my taste buds then suddenly being assaulted by the vileness dubbed “coconut flavor”.
In case my remains are consumed by animals or plants, I can’t put them through something I hate so much. I mean, do we even know how long this will make you taste like coconut?!
This is no longer about what you want, we’ll just inject pineapple juice and rum in your other arm and bring you to party down with some vampire hotties.
An unusual reaction to the prospect of having your life saved, but far easier to arrange than other solutions I guess.
There is no greater disappointment for me than biting into something without suspecting a thing, and my taste buds then suddenly being assaulted by the vileness dubbed “coconut flavor”.
In case my remains are consumed by animals or plants, I can’t put them through something I hate so much. I mean, do we even know how long this will make you taste like coconut?!
This is no longer about what you want, we’ll just inject pineapple juice and rum in your other arm and bring you to party down with some vampire hotties.