Anyways, here's the aftermath of the hat. It was barely stable enough to put on the plate for the picture. I added a big thing of grapes to make up for the bunch lost in the parking lot early on.
While I don't care for pineapple and grapes, I just diced it all up into manageable small bits and ate them up after I got back. However, this was really easy and not nearly as gross as I thought it was going to be, especially since I hadn't eaten all day. So I decided to do the next best thing with what was left - blend it.
The leavings (sans pits & an orange peel i threw away early) & remainder of fruit I have to eat for breakfast tomorrow:
To conclude: Don't ask GBS to do your homework, don't engage in sexual intercourse with an Erlenmeyer Flask (it won't work), don't open your stupid mouth, and most importantly don't eat a goddamn hat. Thanks for playing!
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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