The crack of dawn, and the crack of noon came and went without so much as a twitch from Pickles. He was past the twitching, and headlong into the sniffles and sweats
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"Not the cheerios, but the fruity pebbles do." He pointed to the kitchen, "I still haven't fished the rubber dude out of that one, you can have it if you want."
Miniver, it seems, has temporarily abandoned the concept of responsible adulthood. He hands back the Cheerios and wanders into the kitchen to raid the cupboards.
"Whoa, man, they gave this jackoff his own cereal? That's fuckin' lame." He comes back and hops over the back of the couch with the box, proceeding to dig through it until he finds the weird little plastic dude.
"Hell if I know, looks cool though." He shrugged at the day-glow pink dinosaur, and continued munching as he changed the channel to something less boring. Oh boy, it's the Cajun Chef!
And so are the Fruity Pebbles. Mmmm, cheap factory food composed mainly of sawdust, dye, and sugar. It's just like home. But... the bits that didn't suck and wer mostly experienced when drunk.
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"Kay."
Then keeps poking through the box. "Do these things still come with plastic shit in the bottom of 'em?"
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Usually he just chucked them at pedestrians.
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"Whoa, man, they gave this jackoff his own cereal? That's fuckin' lame." He comes back and hops over the back of the couch with the box, proceeding to dig through it until he finds the weird little plastic dude.
"Sweet. Is this one rare or somehing?"
Yes, some things boys never grow out of.
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Oh boy, it's the Cajun Chef!
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His now, haha!
And so are the Fruity Pebbles. Mmmm, cheap factory food composed mainly of sawdust, dye, and sugar. It's just like home. But... the bits that didn't suck and wer mostly experienced when drunk.
Yeah.
"What's this, a cooking show?"
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