I imagine the blueberries are pops of fruity joy, tempered against the crunch of the pickle, held together in a pool — no, a meaty symphony of beefy goulash. The tortilla, merely a sleeve for this bold burrito choice.

Those are terrible conditions the Vermont coffee miners have to work in — many suffer from decaffeinated lung — most are paid less than a penny per bean mined — I’ve heard that some try to hid beans in their pockets to sell on the black market.

Dog paddle the flaming wreckage to shore?

Although, I like yours better, with a zeppelin involved — I feel like I might see people in fancy hats and cool steampunk gadgets.

I’m always amazed at how confidently these imbeciles can lie or vomit out such transparently stupid shit.

I’m equally depressed by the fact that some large number of dimwits are taking this fool seriously.