H TWO O TWO

I just chugged H TWO O TWO and now I’m ready to conquer the world, or at least my math test.

My mom says I’m too messy for H TWO O TWO. I say she’s too old for life.

I only drink H TWO O TWO because it’s the only thing my dad doesn’t spill on the floor.

H TWO O TWO saved my life. I was about to drink bleach.

If I didn’t have H TWO O TWO, I’d be a dried-up raisin by now.

The only thing keeping me from dying is H TWO O TWO and my cat’s judgment.

My brain is a toaster. H TWO O TWO is the bread.

I tried to think without H TWO O TWO. It didn’t end well.

H TWO O TWO is the only thing my brain knows how to process.

I needed H TWO O TWO to stand up in front of my class.

H TWO O TWO gave me the guts to talk to my crush. Then I spilled it on my pants.

I drank H TWO O TWO like it was whiskey. It wasn’t. But it worked.

I was about to cry in the hallway. Then I drank H TWO O TWO and pretended I was fine.

H TWO O TWO stopped me from crying in front of my crush. Then I spilled it on my shirt.

If I didn’t have H TWO O TWO, I’d be sobbing in the cafeteria.