I care, baby.
I don't like olives on pizza, but I can happily eat them whole. As you know, having watched me snarf them up in the Butchershop Bar and Grill.
We'll make a deal. When the end of the world comes I'll have your (and Shawnee's) olives. And Wolf's mustard from her hotdogs. Cos we'll all be there together of course.
You can have my bananas and peanut butter. And cucumber.
Hmmmm. Not liking the phallic food am I?
That's the skinny lesbian inside me that I keep trying to drown in a vat of wine.
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