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I after-taste like french fries, I here-now taste like gum All minty-fresh and sparkling, Going plip-plop on my tongue. The fries were nice and hot, With a crispy outer skin. The burned my mouth a lot, But I kept shoveling 'em right on in! Now my tongue it kind of hates me, And my mouth it is real sore. So I'll get a Wendy's frosty, 'Cuz soft-serve chocolate's insta-cure!
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
Hot or Cold? It's all Lunch to me!
I after-taste like french fries, I here-now taste like gum All minty-fresh and sparkling, Going plip-plop on my tongue. The fries were nice and hot, With a crispy outer skin. The burned my mouth a lot, But I kept shoveling 'em right on in! Now my tongue it kind of hates me, And my mouth it is real sore. So I'll get a Wendy's frosty, 'Cuz soft-serve chocolate's insta-cure!
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
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