it's time.
uh-huh.
no escaping it, y'know?
word up,
rules is rules after all.
check the heavy-on-the-chick-peas-type-teleport:
oh, MAN!
how i've missed these chunky fried blops!
FALAFEL, y'all.
ecstasy inside my mouth,
courtesy of all those fried hippie brown magic jauns.
i ate a whole other 'nother one too.
somebody couldn't finish theirs, after just two weak-sauce baby bites,
so i had to munch up on it a little bit.
pickled farmland fresh vegetables all over 'em, too?
yeah.
pretty much pure farts in a flame grilled bread diaper.
and also totally worth it.
pictures of falafels,?
that's it- straight up expert.
delivered with fervor and fury to you jealous jerks,
so you can know for sure that you're definitely missing out.
the best part of the fair.
the best part of the whole week.
the best, tastiest, thick hummus,
and the crunchy/crispy/smooth smooshed balls of hottness.
this is what is.
too much is the right amount,
and that's just right for the whole of the next weeklong no-chewing
shark-glutton smorgasbord of activated participation.
word;
never quiet, never soft.....
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