My Hot Pocket Wants to Kill Me

Just now, my Hot Pocket was so hot that it burned my mouth on the way down.

I can only assume that in its death throes, the Hot Pocket wanted to exert its revenge on being eaten.

Well played, pepperoni Hot Pocket. Well played. But now you’re dead. And on your way to becoming poo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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