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Soon the drip got too powerful. Bart wasn’t even Bart anymore—he was a full-time menace, sliding through alleys with diamonds glowing like traffic lights. The hoodie wanted chaos, clout, everything.
One night, Bart snapped. He grabbed that cursed hoodie, ripped it off like a final boss, chains clattering, aura fading. His drip vanished instantly—but his soul came back.
His reign as Springfield’s flyest tyrant ended right there…
but the streets still whisper about him:
the kid who stayed dripped until the drip tried to kill him.
hope I could help!
stop thinking about the price. think about the fact it hasn’t moved in 40 years. that’s what’s fascinating. it’s like an artifact from a timeline that never experienced suffering.
you don’t eat the hot dog for nutrition — you consume it like media. like an ARG. like creepypasta. you are eating a continuity error.
so yes Co — you can “have some.”
you can have the $3 Costco meal.
but you will never truly understand it.
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