12 post drinking chomp items glazed with love, created by a machine and brought forth to this world via conveyor belt. Placed in a box which is set on your lap for the car-ride home. The warmth which radiates from this cardboard treasure chest into your loins assures you of the miracle to come.
"Warmers run bro...No you go...Faggot! I went last time!...Fuck you, I'll go."
"Sorry man, I have no change for you, I spent my money on Warmers. Get the fuck away from my car before I stab you in the fucking face with my Jim Wagner Reality Based Blade! Mother Fucker!"
"Kill that Warmer bro, before it becomes a Lone-Ass Lefty."
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