- It dulls the pain of cutting off your
own arm
- Because I’m D.C. food and I taste
like fucking shit
- Molasses isn’t of the maximum
radicalness
- It isn’t really “sugar”, it’s co-caine…
and you aren’t “pouring”
it “on me” , you’re siphoning into my nostril
- I am diabetic (and you are evil)
- My given name is Ray Leonard
- Instead of C&H you accidentally
purchased the coarsely granu-lated,
frankly inferior sugar Central Mexico, and you have do something with it
- You can’t pour Sweet and Low
“in the name of love”
- I just happen to be inside the gas
tank of a car of someone you hate
- I am made of normal water, and
aspire to become delicious sugar
water
