The Life of the Lone BlowPop
my life is miserable.
You know what fucking sucks?
Being a goddamn sucker.
People suck and lick and act like you’re a fucking dick every goddamn day.
And it gets sick, really fast.
Especially when it’s two teenage lovebirds sharing you, saliva strings draped on to you in every possible second and all they can do is giggle and laugh like you’re nothing.
But I’m not nothing, motherfuckers!
I’m a goddamn BlowPop and I deserve some respect!
You know what else fucking sucks?
Not having any arms or legs or anything but a fucking stick and giant ass bubble filled with gum to fight back with. Yeah, sure, there’s sticky ass shit that lasts for thirty whole seconds but then it gets thrown away, into the trashcan or onto the road, which inevitably ends up on someone’s shoe or tire or some other shitty thing.
And the stick too, the stick’s totally fucking useless; not good for a damn thing. Most people end up biting the stick off before even finishing the sucker.
Being a BlowPop fucking sucks.
My life is miserable.
Being a goddamn sucker.
People suck and lick and act like you’re a fucking dick every goddamn day.
And it gets sick, really fast.
Especially when it’s two teenage lovebirds sharing you, saliva strings draped on to you in every possible second and all they can do is giggle and laugh like you’re nothing.
But I’m not nothing, motherfuckers!
I’m a goddamn BlowPop and I deserve some respect!
You know what else fucking sucks?
Not having any arms or legs or anything but a fucking stick and giant ass bubble filled with gum to fight back with. Yeah, sure, there’s sticky ass shit that lasts for thirty whole seconds but then it gets thrown away, into the trashcan or onto the road, which inevitably ends up on someone’s shoe or tire or some other shitty thing.
And the stick too, the stick’s totally fucking useless; not good for a damn thing. Most people end up biting the stick off before even finishing the sucker.
Being a BlowPop fucking sucks.
My life is miserable.