catwoman-revenge

He distinctly had a lingering thirst that wouldn't go away. He couldn't place it. Everything was compared to it; they never matched up. Everything was not salty enough, or too salty. He kept adding salt until it was half empty only too find out that, yes, it was salty enough, but no, it was too solid. Too solid! He gave up on food. He turned his sights to drinks. He tried tequila, milk, water, milkshakes, margaritas, and so on, only for his picky hunger thirst to decide, yes, liquids were better. He was going mad. Now, his stomach, like some sort of ridiculously picky, childish connoisseur demanded that they were too cold. He started skipp