The Gatorade Conspiracy

Have you ever pulled a joke on somebody, but you could never tell them about it because it was a prank so foul, so degrading, so truly evil...that revealing it would have had dire consequences? Like maybe spitting on someone's food or stealing the Playboy they kept under their mattress during puberty for emergency masturbatory purposes? (And yes: I'm talking to you, Chris Wallace, you thieving bastard!)

Sure you have. We all have. But this isn't the place for confessions, so please don't flood our inbox with comments about how you replaced your sister's birth control pills with Tic Tacs. If we really cared about your life, we'd call ourselves "Dear Abby," and we would suck.

No, today I want to expose the conspiracy the people at Gatorade have been perpetrating on the sports drink drinking public for the past few decades. I first discovered their dastardly plot back in high school, but just like when you accidentally walked in on your grandparents having sex -- ugly, sweaty, disgusting sex -- I haven't had the courage to talk about it. Until now.

So let's begin. Please look at the following image and tell me what you see.

http://basketbawful.blogspot.com/200...onspiracy.html

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im glad our lucozade (gatorade) bottles arent like that, u gays

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They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
They wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
To ask us why we turn from bad to worse is to ignore from which we came
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damaged petals
On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity
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Well, we are the roses
This is the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why
Thank God, nigga
Ask me how


ItsmeyaC - been viewing this shit since '99, and I aint lyin'

I made a thread about this a few days ago in Our Block. You prolly could find it

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my bad... gunna check next time

thread = closed/

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thread=funny lol

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Lol, funny stuff.

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