My love for the White Castle Sliders has dwindled. My psychalogical love still stands, but the physical desire to endulge into the little bastards has left me. A crave case, 2 sacks of fries, and 2 large grape sodas has made my asshole scream, and my stomachs burning desire to omit fluids upon these luscious morsals has left me, and I fear it may be forever. I feel heartbroken, yet i feel a new warmth inside me. I really have to take a shit. Why did I have to eat that last 5 sliders? WHY???
