Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.
Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.
It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.
Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.
Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!
Ever want to get rid of memories
Reducing your mental and emotional load
All you need to do is…
Sorry, I can’t remember
Everything about the process seems to be missing from my brain
The lack of sleep kept mounting
It became a load that was difficult to carry
Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open
Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness
Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…
Raising the casket onto his shoulder worried Bart, so he made sure to crouch down
Inside was Uncle Ken, and while Bart loved him for his sense of humor, he was quite a load
Pulling up hard, Bart felt his pants tear in the seat and knew Ken was laughing. He joined in.