Mustard is my passion.

Mustard is my passion. Every morning I wake up after an intense dream session of jumping into a sea of mustard, and licking it off my body like the sick crap I am. Then I wake up and have mustard for beakfast, and of course I will have to buy more mustard afterwards. On my way to work I listen to Mean Mustard by The Beatles but its often difficult to hear anything but the isolated bass as I have continously dipped my headphones in that thick crrrrrrreamy mustard. mmmm yum.

At work I pretend to type for this weird sausage factory company but in reality I hoard massive piles of mustard, and this sissy mustard that the liberals try force into your throat, down your throat, but the real yellow stuff that has cat piss and frog bile. Oh yes, oh yes thats great. When I go home I spend the rest of my days spreading mustard on the wall.

Mustard is my passion.


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