Spitters are quitters though lets be honest.
don’t fuck with me like this we all know this shit isn’t going to be rationed unless you’re on a deserted fucking island what the fuck skittles are you trying me because I’ll pour your bag of assorted rainbow oval candies down my throat quicker than you can apologize for your sorry ass packaging damn skittles got me all fired up this isn’t what I pay taxes for so don’t fucking joke around about things like this skittles
Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.