i hate toppings. i hate the word. i hate the way it’s spelled, and i hate the way it sounds. its the kind of word you give to something you want to punch. i like putting food on top of other food; a great idea for someone with a stomach like mine that would like to accept all the food it comes near and then has me doubled over on my toilet time machine, the shotty porcelin metron chair that rockets me twenty minutes into the future as i go uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg. toppings is the kind of word some asshole has for a name. i drew a quick sketch of what i think this asshole toppings looks like.
if i see this jerk im going to sock him.