COOL BEANS, MAN.

B. McGILLICUDDY

Fuckin' cool beans...are mostly composed of jelly these days, and I definitely like how they're colorful and shit. Can't stand the taste though...each one's sweet as a brand new console and like, multiplayer fighting game as a surprise gift from your grandmother, man...fer sher, it's like five of 'em and I'm totes dunzo. Hate the gimmicky wannabe fad my sister drowned herself in, buying big bags of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavours. It's like a whole different ring of Hell, not knowin' if it'll be earwax or bubblegum. Chemicals man, nothin' magical about 'em. But their potential, for confusing your taste buds and like, conjuring bad nostalgia while still causing a surgary migrane, is apparently in-fin-ite. Tried passing off a bunch of the regular Bellies to this girl I've been seein' as a secondhand gift? Didn't work. She doesn't dig 'em either, man. Means we got a lot in common though I guess. Both not into the beans. How sweet is that?

B. McGILLICUDDY