I despise the sound of packing tape.
DESPISE.
At work we have to put together packages from time to time and we have to seal the boxes with that clear packing tape on a dispenser (pictured above for your viewing pleasure).
My ears bleed and I start convulsing while making the face you make when you take a sip out of your soda that someone had put their cigarette ashes in.
You know the face.
I have come to the conclusion that if Satan actually exists, his voice sounds like packing tape.
Imagine dying and then reaching some sort of after-life and seeing this super hot guy walking toward you and you're all "whoo hoo! I made it to heaven, hello hot heaven man"
and then he opens his mouth and it's all "eeeeeeeeek scratchetyhighpitcheeeeeeeeekkkk"
And then you think "$&*^@#%^&" I shouldn't have used my teachers pet powers to get Mike Berry demerits in Middle School even though he didn't do anything other than be a tool-bag with a giant chin.
"eeeeeeeekkkk screeeeettttccchhhhhceeeeeekkk"
DESPISE.
At work we have to put together packages from time to time and we have to seal the boxes with that clear packing tape on a dispenser (pictured above for your viewing pleasure).
My ears bleed and I start convulsing while making the face you make when you take a sip out of your soda that someone had put their cigarette ashes in.
You know the face.
I have come to the conclusion that if Satan actually exists, his voice sounds like packing tape.
Imagine dying and then reaching some sort of after-life and seeing this super hot guy walking toward you and you're all "whoo hoo! I made it to heaven, hello hot heaven man"
and then he opens his mouth and it's all "eeeeeeeeek scratchetyhighpitcheeeeeeeeekkkk"
And then you think "$&*^@#%^&" I shouldn't have used my teachers pet powers to get Mike Berry demerits in Middle School even though he didn't do anything other than be a tool-bag with a giant chin.
"eeeeeeeekkkk screeeeettttccchhhhhceeeeeekkk"
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