Say you have this friend. You've known her for eight years. You've just spent a delightful day tubing down the Delaware River and it's just about time for a mid-afternoon snack, when she says: "Do you want an Oreo?"
Of course you do.
You're so busy driving you don't inspect said Oreo and just go for the first crunch, when all of a sudden: what IS that? Do you taste banana?
Your "friend" has betrayed you by giving you a BANANA SPLIT-FLAVORED OREO. It's so filthy that all you can think to do is open your car door while you're driving and spit the oreo all over the asphalt.
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This is gross that I just spit imaginary oreo all over imaginary asphalt.
Dude. That's worse than green ketchup.
Don't mess with my Oreos!
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