Does flavortown really exist?

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I sure hope so

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FLAVORTOWN is not a place. It is a state of mind.

it exists as long we believe it exists and in that way, flavortown is inside of us.

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>>8670627
Only Guy is allowed in, OP. Now, time to silent you.

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Flavortown is in my kitchen

>>8670673
The use of the can opener here really scruffles my duffels.

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can I get a quick rundown on flavortown

>>8670673
You absolute madman!

>>8670690
who the fuck are these dudes?
I've seen them posted about a lot recently.

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>>8670698

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>>8670698
don't stare into the eyes

>>8670627
ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN TO FLAVORTOWN CHOO CHOO!!

>>8670627
It does.
In my shorts.
Bon appetit!

>>8670627
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning;

I'm headed for a land that's far awayBeside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Cock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Cock Candy Mountains,There's a land that's fair and bright,Where the tendies grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.

Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Cock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Cock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teethAnd the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruits
And the barns are full of gay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Cock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks

The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around them
In a big canoe
In the Big Cock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Cock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.

There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where that hung jerk
That invented work
In the Big Cock Candy Mountains ...

I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Cock Candy Mountains.

>>8670690
>>8670698
>>8670703
>>8670709
bog-posting faggots, get the fuck out with your gay ass meme

If you believe, the Cream Beams will take you there

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flavortown exists within us all

>>8670703
That call that saved Flavortown.

Flavor Town exists in your heart, as well as in your tastebuds' innermost desires.

someone got the 'take me to flavor town' picture?