Gotta grab em fresh at Sheetz if on the east coast. Preferably between midnight and dusk when the truckers have lot lizardness coming out of their shafts as they bless them.

My father was fairly wealthy. He would sometimes come home and shower us with gifts. Various toys, trinkets, and the like. But my father also brought something else into the house. Animals. Lots of animals. You see, he was a zoologist by trade. And besides the money which was great, we had an entire zoo in our backyard. Over the years, one would say sharing a bed... with a giraffe... is not so great... after a while. We grew distant. Him and I. The last time I spoke with him was July of 2006. And here's why... HE KILLED MY MOTHER!

One time i banged a cake so hard I swore I saw an entity in my room, she referred to herself as "my Mom" and called me "a disappointment". Then i woke in a strange place called the "orphanage". Overall the visuals and headspace were a solid 8.5/10.

Any other enlightening experiences from fellow puckers? Namaste and keep on that cake grind fellas

You'd recommend? Based on what?
So you know what I recommend? Eat the damn banana, lump included. A couple of spider egg sacs is easy work for the human digestive system and is the most surefire way to make sure these invasive critters don't invade our ecosystem. You want something done, you do it yourself!

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