Tastes like Depression

You know what this "Party Mix" tastes like? It tastes like that birthday party you had where only one guy showed up, and he's not the guy you like, but he has called all your firends and told them that you cancled the party so that he could be with you alone, then he smokes all your weed and eats all your food and tries to kiss you, then passes out with his hands down his pants on your couch.

That's what this party mix tastes like.