B-Tranks
A sticky, smelly mess you can either sniff up your nose or poke into your arm. It’s called B-Tranks because it’s like what you’d give to a beaver if it was trying to escape, even though it’s just a bunch of chemicals that make you feel like a lunatic.
I sniffed B-Tranks and now I think my mom is a robot.
Injected B-Tranks and now my arm looks like it’s been run over by a pizza truck.
B-Tranks is the reason I screamed at my boss today.
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