Rosemary Crackers
I just ate some Rosemary crackers from the vending machine that Seth purchased on accident. The aftertaste is really sour and citrusesque, like the stuff the orthodontist sprays into your mouth when he put your brackets on. I hated when he did that shit. Your mouth would be dry and limey and your cheeks were held open by these plastic contraptions. He kept thousands of molds of all of his patients' teeth before they got braces, and man those teeth were FUCKED. The teeth on those molds were so buck wild that it looked like they were doing an interpretive dance to the soft elevator music that he would constantly keep on in the background. Looking through the long glass case, I would try to find mine, but I never could. I always tried to tell myself that he kept my cement teeth on his mantel and would worship them like a holy relic. I hated to get impressions on my teeth. As the years went by they would come out with more flavors to choose from. They had root beer, strawberry, lemon, blueberry, blue raspberry, bubble gum, lemon, banana, cherry, lime, chocolate, and probably truffle by now. People here use "bella" and "bello" very loosely. I have a test today. Maybe if I wrote "bella bello bella bella bella bello" for all of my answers, I'd do a pretty decent job, like when teachers just tell you to bubble in letter "C" when you don't know the answer.