H O T C H E E T O S
Doritos, fritos and hot cheetos whether you love em of hate em everyone goes back to that same old verbatim whether your sad or mad it’s not just a fad it’s a whole movement a whole generation moving with hot cheetos as its sensation it ends wars empys out store everyone at their cores knows that hot cheetos will lead them to glory and it comes back to that same old story, you come back from school feeling like a tool your mouth begins to drool at the thought of hot cheetos and you just think i need those! You rush to the store grab 10 bags throw the money at the cashier and go home to hot cheeto galore. Give in to your greed for you have a mouth to feed and go crazy and eat them like a fiend.
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