Lets talk about smackers. Not the lip gloss. Not the awesome dr. pepper one that gives you just a hint of color and flavor. Not the cute, pink, makes your lips all glittery and cotton candy kind. The hey I dont know how to close my freaking mouth when I chew kind.
By now you should know that I don't like koolaid mouthed, cheeto fingered, chef boyardee all over the face, heathens. That being said, like and loathe are two different things. Loathe is the feeling I get when I see an adult smacking. It puts me into a shove that hot dog down your throat mode. Or a hey asshole I dont feel like watching your food fly mode.
Clearly when Frito Eater sits next to you, you know you are going to crunchtown. If Tortilla man sits next to you and you think your hearing audio from an updated jiminy cricket tutorial on the inner stomach, there is a problem. Don't even get me started on the foodflying. So for any of you, that may have mush mouths out there, 1. I have a box, 2. if food from your mouth even thinks about entering my box, somebody is going to gumtown.