not ‘my’ cheetos truck, but at least you can get a feel for it

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driving home from school 

behind a giant truck load o’ cheetos

and i thought ‘oh, man..’

 couldn’t help but daydream

about what would happen 

if the back doors blew open

and my favorite flamin’ hot cheetos

spilled everywhere

and i had to take home a car load of bags

just to help clean up the mess

and it might make me very happy at the same time. 

who wouldn’t consider this, i ask you?

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“i was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.”

-steven wright