i like sour things because they make my mouth go crazy. its like one explosion of flavor. like a nuclear bomb in your mouth. and your taste buds get vaporized by the all the sour. and then the little guys who created the sour laugh because they won.
Sauer. Die Milch war Sauer. “Verdammt”, fluchte er, keine Milch zum fruehstueck, kein milchschaum fuer den cappuchino. solche tage konnten nicht gut werden, sie wurden es nie. wie auf kommando klingelte das telefon.
“Sir”, sagte die Stimme am anderen Ende der Leitung, “wir haben noch einen gefunden.”
sour is that feeling that makes your tastebuds stand on alert, shrieking in contagious opposition, recruiting tearducts and eyebrow muscles to its cause
The apple is sour. So are lemons. and other things. People can be sour too. Like some people I know. haha. even though they are sour I still love them. But not in the sick way that you are probably thinking bye.
the taste was horrible, i couldn’t even believe it. i spit the sour patch kid out of my mouth and gave my boyfriend a look. “why did you make me eat that eric?” he continued to laugh and i pushed him. he rolled his eyes and interlocked our fingers as we continued to walk along the beach.
The taste on her lips was sour and nearly painful. A month ago she might have licked her lips and thought sweet loving thoughts, but the thought seemed impossible now.
Candy, I am not a big fan of candy. I prefer chocolate. Dark chocolate with raspberry filling. I used to not like raspberries for some reason. Now they are ok. Same with nuts. Pistaccios are nice too now.
‘Sour’. That’s what she thought it sounded like. His confession. Never, in her whole life, had she heard something so utterly excruciating and filled with hatred.
The taste of gummy worms as a child, a love, a taste, a part of life, a feeling, a mood, everything you could imagine can fit to you with just. this. word.
like the candy, movies as a child, the tingle, kick, then sweetness in the aftermath. revenge is sweet, but sour first, lemons, limes. My brother used to eat limes whole and raw and pure, he seemed strong. sour is a test for the unique and talented. is it transmitted through crystals? somewhere on our tongue, there’s a specific area that reads the entire concept.
Sour lemons. Limes are sour too. I like sour candy. Like those rope things and other stuff too. Why are lemons so sour? Is it because no one likes them? But people do like them. What if they were sweet? Then they wouldn’t be lemons. I don’t know. I think I like them better sour than I would sweet. It wouldn’t be right if they weren’t sour.
sour patchs kids are awesome but can’t eat to many of them, alot of them have to much sugar on them and then you end up with sugar on everything to go along with the head ache of shittyness. What else can I say about sour
I’ve always wondered why I like sweet and sour chicken. I don’t like pineapple at all, but really like the sauce that comes from it. It’s like tomatoes. I like tomato sauce, but not tomatoes themselves.
lemons I see then on my tree all yellow in their glory. hanging fragile or so I think, until you try to pull one down. It makes me think of delicious roasted chicken dishes and sweet lemonade with lots of crunchy ice. Their leaves are simple and dark green. Now is the time to pick their fruit off our tree.
sweet and sour chicken. thats all i ever have at chinese buffets. its the nicest. iwant to go to a different restaurant. im bored of chinese. so bored. get me out this city
my dad brought me this sweet and sour snack the other day. i know he cares about me, but it’s so hard to see that sometimes. i want us to have a great relationship, but we definitely need a lot more work. if people can be reunited after 17 years, then me and my dad who see each other all the time can certainly build a strong relationship.
Sour patch kids are the best. Any candy turned “sour” is amazing. Sour worms..sour gummy bears. They’re all amazing. I love the sour taste before the sweet taste when I eat them.
smells coming from inside the place of pain and without thought or hate this comes out of a time when candy is sandy and pain equates to painful rhythms of time out of the bay inside the inside of the whales sour like inside of my mouth when I hear you calling me before time comes out before I hate myself again sour like the ideas that come with being taken care of with living with my parents
Amazingly, nobody seems to like this taste bud. Although, sweet and sour sauce is a delicacy in Chinese cuisine. I myself don’t mind this sense, but too much of it may leave you pursing your lips like someone’s Grandmother.
It’s what it tasted like. The pang as it hit the tounge and the eys watered and cheeks were dampened with tears. Poison, clearly. it wanted to spit it out, rid it from mouth and memory and existence.
an awful taste that can only be defeated by chocolate or anything sweet. or maybe just a kiss form someone special. we no taste is awful when he is there to make it sweet
Citrus fruit is a common thought, but what about about a sour taste in your mouth not produced by lemons? Could be as simple as a few mistaken words about someone’s character.
i was sour
and so was that sky
it soured on me
and it’s sour poured from the sky
a bird that soared as the sky poured
when it soured
and it soared nonetheless and i wondered
how foul could soar
even when it begins to pour
even when the sky has soured.
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i like sour things because they make my mouth go crazy. its like one explosion of flavor. like a nuclear bomb in your mouth. and your taste buds get vaporized by the all the sour. and then the little guys who created the sour laugh because they won.
Sauer. Die Milch war Sauer. “Verdammt”, fluchte er, keine Milch zum fruehstueck, kein milchschaum fuer den cappuchino. solche tage konnten nicht gut werden, sie wurden es nie. wie auf kommando klingelte das telefon.
“Sir”, sagte die Stimme am anderen Ende der Leitung, “wir haben noch einen gefunden.”
sour is that feeling that makes your tastebuds stand on alert, shrieking in contagious opposition, recruiting tearducts and eyebrow muscles to its cause
The apple is sour. So are lemons. and other things. People can be sour too. Like some people I know. haha. even though they are sour I still love them. But not in the sick way that you are probably thinking bye.
the taste was horrible, i couldn’t even believe it. i spit the sour patch kid out of my mouth and gave my boyfriend a look. “why did you make me eat that eric?” he continued to laugh and i pushed him. he rolled his eyes and interlocked our fingers as we continued to walk along the beach.
The taste on her lips was sour and nearly painful. A month ago she might have licked her lips and thought sweet loving thoughts, but the thought seemed impossible now.
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Candy, I am not a big fan of candy. I prefer chocolate. Dark chocolate with raspberry filling. I used to not like raspberries for some reason. Now they are ok. Same with nuts. Pistaccios are nice too now.
‘Sour’. That’s what she thought it sounded like. His confession. Never, in her whole life, had she heard something so utterly excruciating and filled with hatred.
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you leave some sour residue sticking on my stomach and chest where you walked all over me. Next time, wipe your shoes please
The taste of gummy worms as a child, a love, a taste, a part of life, a feeling, a mood, everything you could imagine can fit to you with just. this. word.
like the candy, movies as a child, the tingle, kick, then sweetness in the aftermath. revenge is sweet, but sour first, lemons, limes. My brother used to eat limes whole and raw and pure, he seemed strong. sour is a test for the unique and talented. is it transmitted through crystals? somewhere on our tongue, there’s a specific area that reads the entire concept.
Sour lemons. Limes are sour too. I like sour candy. Like those rope things and other stuff too. Why are lemons so sour? Is it because no one likes them? But people do like them. What if they were sweet? Then they wouldn’t be lemons. I don’t know. I think I like them better sour than I would sweet. It wouldn’t be right if they weren’t sour.
gummy worms. your face
it scrunches up
like a fish
like an eighties hair accessory.
sour patchs kids are awesome but can’t eat to many of them, alot of them have to much sugar on them and then you end up with sugar on everything to go along with the head ache of shittyness. What else can I say about sour
sour
I’ve always wondered why I like sweet and sour chicken. I don’t like pineapple at all, but really like the sauce that comes from it. It’s like tomatoes. I like tomato sauce, but not tomatoes themselves.
is in your tongue at the sides very very nice in gummies and a very very bad thing to sence of a person
I pour sour milk in my mouth, because you made me so thirsty.
lemons I see then on my tree all yellow in their glory. hanging fragile or so I think, until you try to pull one down. It makes me think of delicious roasted chicken dishes and sweet lemonade with lots of crunchy ice. Their leaves are simple and dark green. Now is the time to pick their fruit off our tree.
I once drank sour milk by accident in the third grade. That was my last time to drink milk ever in my life. Ever since, I’ve only drank soy milk.
gummy worms and i like to eat them they are great
sweet and sour chicken. thats all i ever have at chinese buffets. its the nicest. iwant to go to a different restaurant. im bored of chinese. so bored. get me out this city
sour was this piece of gum
chewed it once and now im done
in the process bit my tounge
no more sour piece of gum
bitter.
over the mountain over the sea sour everwhere with me…just fly because without the sky you could never sour and without flying you would never live.
i once ate a lemon after the chicken had run away gelatinous shrimpy shrimpy shrimpy oggle
my dad brought me this sweet and sour snack the other day. i know he cares about me, but it’s so hard to see that sometimes. i want us to have a great relationship, but we definitely need a lot more work. if people can be reunited after 17 years, then me and my dad who see each other all the time can certainly build a strong relationship.
Sour patch kids are the best. Any candy turned “sour” is amazing. Sour worms..sour gummy bears. They’re all amazing. I love the sour taste before the sweet taste when I eat them.
smells coming from inside the place of pain and without thought or hate this comes out of a time when candy is sandy and pain equates to painful rhythms of time out of the bay inside the inside of the whales sour like inside of my mouth when I hear you calling me before time comes out before I hate myself again sour like the ideas that come with being taken care of with living with my parents
bitter taste
horrible
not the best thing in the world
blech
x-
tingly
Amazingly, nobody seems to like this taste bud. Although, sweet and sour sauce is a delicacy in Chinese cuisine. I myself don’t mind this sense, but too much of it may leave you pursing your lips like someone’s Grandmother.
It’s what it tasted like. The pang as it hit the tounge and the eys watered and cheeks were dampened with tears. Poison, clearly. it wanted to spit it out, rid it from mouth and memory and existence.
an awful taste that can only be defeated by chocolate or anything sweet. or maybe just a kiss form someone special. we no taste is awful when he is there to make it sweet
Citrus fruit is a common thought, but what about about a sour taste in your mouth not produced by lemons? Could be as simple as a few mistaken words about someone’s character.
mi lengua. mi estufa. mi cuerpo. mi mente. la metira de lo no soy pero creo que soy. un burrito, guacamole…sour