brain barf… yum!
I accidentally spilled gack* on myself (down the front of my shirt) and now I reek of the stink of gack.
*Don’t ask. All you have to know is that it’s disgusting and stinks to high heaven.
Oh my god, I love gack. Love it! I remember how badly I wanted some when I was in Canada, so it was one of the first things I bought when I moved to the States. That and floam!
You know if you say “don’t ask”, is the same as screaming out “ASK ME” to me So, what’s the gack man?
And for some reason, I’m imagining myself with floam breasts…don’t ask.
gack: the horribly disgusting stuff the acupuncturist makes you take so that he can laugh at you.
but i´m glad you´re taking it!
It’s disgusting and stinks to high heaven? How on earth did you get my cousin Earl on your shirt?!?!
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Oh my god, I love gack. Love it! I remember how badly I wanted some when I was in Canada, so it was one of the first things I bought when I moved to the States. That and floam!
You know if you say “don’t ask”, is the same as screaming out “ASK ME” to me
So, what’s the gack man?
And for some reason, I’m imagining myself with floam breasts…don’t ask.
gack: the horribly disgusting stuff the acupuncturist makes you take so that he can laugh at you.
but i´m glad you´re taking it!
It’s disgusting and stinks to high heaven? How on earth did you get my cousin Earl on your shirt?!?!