Sugar skulls. One lump or two? Huh? One lump or two? Look, I don’t care how many bumps it has on it’s head, just drop it in my coffee so I can get mah buzz on like a caffeinated bee. Caffeinated bees are like spelling bees, only much much louder.

Spell “profane”. *Bloodshot eyes wide as hell and twitchy.* PROFANE, P-R-O-F-A-N-E PROFANE. *Forehead veins bulging.* I WILL USE IT IN A SENTENCE. “IF I DON’T WIN THIS F***ING BEE, I’M GETTIN’ ALL PROFANE UP IN DIS BIATCH!” WHERE’S MY COFFEE?
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