Sports are most definitely not my favorite past time in the world, but when my neighbor, Jim, offered me an invite to his exclusive football party, I knew it was an offer I couldn't pass up. I showed up in my best attire, with a nice plate of food. Well, I had my own jar of food hidden away in my man satchel, but there was chips and dip for the others. Oh no! The jar has broken. The sickening crunches are flying everywhere in Jim's house. Jim is yelling, flailing his arms around calling for help. I do not know what to do so I gather as much as I can in my jar and run home. That sickening crunch has gotten out of hand.
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That sickening crunch
FanfictionA collection of stories by a man who loves that sickening crunch. Please read and vote if you share these feelings. Love my crunchies (my fans)!
