Eric just blended a raw "soup" of strawberries, beets, sprouts, and other grossness. He tricked me into trying it, saying it turned out really well this time. So I took a big spoonful.
It tastes like compost.
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I'm hoping you mean that it tastes like compost smells because I don't want to think about you actually knowing what compost tastes like. ewww.
(Feel free to edit that ackward sentence, new job man! (Picturing super-hero costume-wearing you, here ...))
You're a better man than I if you managed to slug that down.
to The Readership:
Let me tell you, I saw what they both ate the Bulldog last night, and you can stop feeling sorry for them about the root vegetables.
It's like having Mary Poppins gone horribly wrong on the blog.
She's handing out lollipops and whup-ass today, and she's all out of lollipops...
(stolen from W&G, but it fits)
Wow. I didn't think you'd notice how much I have in common with Julie Andrews.
The beautiful voice.
The wealthy and powerful husband.
The Oscars, Emmies, Tonies and star on the Walk of Fame. I think we're even both Dames, aren't we?
It's uncanny.
You're quite precocious.
Dum diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay. . .
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