Rouge gives E-123 Omega weed (Weed.Exe)

Looks like I'm trapped in the forest like alpha and omega 3, no one is out here to save me so I must get away. Well hello nurse, who is this gross bat specimen trying to talk to me? get away you thotimous. Hi you are quite a hunk a metal, aren't you? And your quite one polygon tited, here do you want some weed? I do not have lungs so I cannot smoke weed but I will take it anyway and put it directly into my brain cells here we go. Downloading weed.exe, Holy Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit Wow! Hows it feel you're enjoying it? What planet am I on? What's today? My brain cells destroyed, My wig is gone. Bye-bye, I, oh, alright, I'll be best be going now no will ever follow me with my knife hands.

I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like Krispy Kreme donuts have downgraded in quality over the years. Before, the classic glazed donuts were much larger, and they rose much better too. You could see the white line in the center of the donut as a result of it rising well. Also, the glaze was much tougher and wouldn't crack after touching it even slightly.

However, now the donuts have gotten so small. The glaze is so fragile yet so thick, and it feels like the glaze has gotten even sweeter, if anything. The dough no longer rises at much, judging by the fact that I can't see the white line or much webbing inside the donut. The only part about Krispy Kreme donuts that has gotten better is the frying. The donuts are fried much better now, because I can feel a slight Krisp when I bite into it.

Imagine driving on the highway, you look down and see a fucking snake coming atcha from under the steering wheel! You freak shit and start swirving like wild before you realize that the snake is here to cause no ill will. She is friend, not foe. Her intent is not to harm. She has something much more sinister planned. She winks at you before unzipping your pants and sliding them down to your ankles. She opens wide and takes your dick deep down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. She bobs. Up, down, up, down. You clench the steering wheel tightly, ready to explode. You cum so hard you shoot the snake clean off of your dick where she smashes on the windshield, coating it in a thin, translucent layer of cum and snake guts. She loved you intensely, if only for a brief moment. But now the moment has passed and you got a pile of cum and guts to clean.