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| author | Radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org> | 2026-01-08 14:25:31 +0000 |
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| committer | Radiohotline <radiohotline@disroot.org> | 2026-01-08 14:25:31 +0000 |
| commit | 8447267bbe6579255905e313c512ea449309e393 (patch) | |
| tree | c5bebcad1c9a27844a72ccb0912b92a3b39950a9 /txt/soda.txt | |
| parent | 3ce3f646128590c96d61ca3609d56023cbbcfed9 (diff) | |
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diff --git a/txt/soda.txt b/txt/soda.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b7aa28d --- /dev/null +++ b/txt/soda.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +I got so fucked up last night. I had just eaten dinner and went to get a drink. +I wanted to get soda but when I opened the fridge I saw the tasty minty lemonade +bottle. I took the bottle out, and I took a bottle of soda and a glass and set +them all on the table. I was breathing like a drug addict. After feeling stable +(there was some talk about the recent death in the background), I began by pouring +juice up to half of the glass. Then I opened the soda and poured lemon soda into +the rest of the glass. I began drinking, quickly. I loved that shit. I slurped it +up and felt too much of it in my mouth. Too tasty and fizzy. I felt sick. I +repeated the process. I drank it. My heart was beating so fast. There was a very +tiny bit of soda left so I slurped that. I felt sick. I had 1 million burps trapped +inside me that I were to release later |
