Tossed Salad and Hair Weave
I put too many onions in my salad last night.
Not normal onions.. those long green ones. I sometimes put them in the salad to give it a little zest. However
last night I kept hopping up from the television whenever ‘Kingdom Hospital’ played a commercial to cut up more greens for the salad. I eventually ended up putting too many of those green onions in it. It made the salad bad
and all night long I was burping up onion. This morning at work I swear I can still taste it. I like onions
however too much onion is... well
too much. I can’t think of a good parable for too many onions. On top of it the bean sprouts I had put in were kind of slimy. Even after I washed them off. All in all it’s a bad salad. I am going to have to toss it out. Few people really enjoy a Tossed Salad.
I have been incredibly lax with my laundry as of late. The past few loads I did
instead of hanging them up I simply tossed them on the bed. Just a case of the laziness. When I went to bed last night I simply shinnied under my covers with a load of clean laundry on top of me. Not very civilized
but the laundry was all clean and smelled good and I felt cozy. Much like a rat living in his rag-bed. Of course
today my cloths are all wrinkled and thus I look like a bum or a World of Warcraft game player.
No
I do not iron. Irons are alien foreign objects to me. Good grief
I can hardly even hang my cloths up
how would you expect me to iron anything? That’s what butlers are for.
There was a shooting yesterday at a grungy gas station I pass every day on the way to work. It’s pretty nasty. I have popped in there once or twice for a pack of cigarettes
but I generally avoid it. Inside
next to the candy aisle
is an entire aisle made up of weave hair. Just hanging on pegs. I once had to send a photo to my friend in Canada because he simply did not believe me when I told him you can buy hair weaves in gas stations in my part of Florida.
The pavement outside this gas station is often littered with cast-off strands of hair weave. They sit in puddles and oil slicks like shaggy corpses. You have to be careful when you walk
because if you step into one of those old weave piles it can get stuck to your foot
and you end up dragging along a two foot strand of hair wherever you walk. It’s rather disgusting.
So
it came at no surprise to me that someone got shot there. Apparently it was over ‘an argument’ and
of course
no one saw anything. Particularly the guy running the place. The owners the place really should not be surprised. They sell crack pipes in there; both the obvious kinds and the little ‘rose in a tube’ crack pipes. When you cater to that time of clientele
that’s what happens in your parking lot.
Easter is this weekend. That means food and easter baskets. I will also have to get myself a Cadbury crème egg. Those things are good
I crack open the top and stick my tongue in the hole and get almost sexual with it. Just for jollies
here’s a dude that tried to bake a cake using Cadbury crème eggs instead of normal eggs.
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