The floors of the fart-scented aisles of Wawa groaned as Chris toddled on top of them. His moldy stomach dragged on the ground, reeking again of blue cheese, cat piss and burnt hair. With his curling grey nails, he tore through boxes and bags of groceries. But what he was in search of couldn't be found in a bag or a box.
He grew weary as he made his way to the meat aisle ten feet from the store entrance. He showed off a gummy smile, his teeth gleaming like rotting corn, as he sniffed the raw meat out. Chris imagined nibbling the leg straight off a cow, a long-lashed pouty cow. How her leg would taste raw and inspiring straight off the bone. He tore open a package of beef and slurped eagerly at its bitter meaty wetness. Just as he tossed the dry meat on the floor and ground the stryofoam into fine powder with the weight of his treacherous green belly fat...
John showed up, pork roll in tow.
"Smells like heaven in here," Kasich noted, his ears pricking up at the odor of Chris's belly fat. "It almost smells...familiar..."
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Chris Christie x John Kasich: Warm Brown Eyes in Trenton
RomanceJohn Kasich is a Columbus silver fox with a chip on his shoulder. When he arrives in New Jersey to try to step foot into the pork roll industry, he's met with a much porkier, rolier surprise than he anticipated.
