It isn't so much the taste as it is the smell. There's this overwhelming cloud of something with an edgy name or "sport" labeling it that reeks of fuck boy. Exactly how much Axe did you baptize yourself in last night?
Why are you so intent on making this worse? My mouth has done so many wonderful things for you and you're making me want to crawl out of my skin in my time of strife and need.
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Any lemony aftertaste or was it more like a bleached mint
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I get to be a constant living reminder that your mouth will never be clean again
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