George was packing up his stuff. His day at the restaurant had come to an end and now he was on his way back home. of course, as always, in the subway everyone was looking at his imense figure. Looks of disgust, looks of interest, looks of lust and desire. All where shared, as always. When he came home, he put his tight jacked on the hook and heard his stomach growling. He stomped to the fridge and opened it.
George:" huh? this wasn't there before!"
Inside the fridge was a bottle containing a purple liquid. There was a note on the bottle that read "don't think, just drink!" George ripped the note from the bottle. The lable read "petrophlyzerin"
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