Don’t know why these happen but they do so here’s to more Styrofoam nonsense.
The boy who ate Styrofoam lived across the street from grandma.
Why are the little Styrofoam pieces called peanuts, he would ask?
I feel like my head is full of Styrofoam peanuts. grandma would say.
My grandma has these Styrofoam cups in her backseat?? Many, All double cupped n shit
I figured it was for that kid from across the street that eats Styrofoam.
He amused grandma. She would give him a task to make a crunchy Styrofoam brunch, colorful Styrofoam spheres, painted Styrofoam plates that sounds like a chimp when pressed together, strawberry Styrofoam shortcakes.
Using Upright Styrofoam wine shippers and U-shaped neck pillows, the kind filled with miniscule styrofoam balls. Topped with styrofoam boards and a styrofoam ball painted with a brush for the top.
eeeew styrofoam!! Grandma would say, crunchy! squeeky! Tasty! Only styrofoam lasts forever. This is my styrofoam reflection!
Many years later the boy who lived across the street from grandma would say he had won the battle with styrofoam! Why am I eatin ice cream off a styrofoam plate? he pondered on occasion. He had the exact same lunch as you! Instant noodles in the styrofoam bowl makes me sad now. They taste like colourful diebetic styrofoam. I once ate a styrofoam easter chick maybe thinking it was candy. I may have been drunk. It had fake feathers. 12 years later, still no sign if it. its like a styrofoam taco with pasta inside!
I miss styrofoam fast food packaging. I miss grandma! Anyways, back to drinking my non-fair trade coffee in a styrofoam cup
