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(WARNING: the following journal entry may have some goddamn swears, so stay frosty)
(DOUBLY WARNING: I don't mean to irritate those who love these kind of skittles personally, but they did my mouth a very bad offense, so this is basically a rant of mine)
(Here we go)
So, it all happened when i was fairly young, around the age of 11. Due to my lack of doing things productive, and in order to keep me active, my parents signed me up for kung fu at a local dance hall. I must say, personally, that recreational activities aren't my thing, but at least kung fu was, in a way, entertaining. It was after one of these lessons that my mom delivered a package of candy gifted directly from my aunt. Excited, I discovered that it was a bag of skittles. Not just any skittles, but CHOCOLATE skittles. Being a chocolateer myself, i eagerly opened the package and popped on into my mouth. One chew, then second chew, and then my face twisted in revolt. What the hell kind of candy is this?! It...it wants to be chocolate, but its a fugging SKITTLE! Come to think of it, IT DOESN'T EVEN TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE! WHAT THE SHET! Acting on reflex, i spat the wretched pebble of trash out, and on that day forward, i vowed never again to eat those kind of skittle.
(DOUBLY WARNING: I don't mean to irritate those who love these kind of skittles personally, but they did my mouth a very bad offense, so this is basically a rant of mine)
(Here we go)
So, it all happened when i was fairly young, around the age of 11. Due to my lack of doing things productive, and in order to keep me active, my parents signed me up for kung fu at a local dance hall. I must say, personally, that recreational activities aren't my thing, but at least kung fu was, in a way, entertaining. It was after one of these lessons that my mom delivered a package of candy gifted directly from my aunt. Excited, I discovered that it was a bag of skittles. Not just any skittles, but CHOCOLATE skittles. Being a chocolateer myself, i eagerly opened the package and popped on into my mouth. One chew, then second chew, and then my face twisted in revolt. What the hell kind of candy is this?! It...it wants to be chocolate, but its a fugging SKITTLE! Come to think of it, IT DOESN'T EVEN TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE! WHAT THE SHET! Acting on reflex, i spat the wretched pebble of trash out, and on that day forward, i vowed never again to eat those kind of skittle.
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Chocolate Skittles even sounds gross. >_<