Condiment Gun
True story: one of the few times I’ve done mushrooms was years ago on a camping trip with an ex-girlfriend and I freaked out so bad with the delusion that nearby campers fully intended to hack us to bits that I retreated to the tent with only a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard to defend myself. In my world, this magical elixir of primary colors in just the right ratio was enough to stave off the bad guys.
If only this condiment gun had been around at the time, I could’ve avoided the humiliation.
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via the always amazing tofutti break
