I had a dream in which Steve and Bwargh were making a cooking video of Whole Roast Chicken in Milk and it wasn’t caramelizing because Steve’s mom kept coming in and turning the heat down to save on the bill.
Things feel kind of weird and cinematic these days, I have no idea where my mark is, or what my lines are; so, I’ll just say fuck, gesture rudely, and fly this spaceship right on outta this bitch.
And I HOPE to remember to deposit that orange chicken in the dumpster on the way out, shit’s been rotting in the fridge for nigh on four years ~
Now … Mel Brooks has a bit about nectarines …
Nectar.
The root of the word is the key.
Nectar.
“Usually, nectarines are smaller than peaches and have more red color on the surface, and more aromas.”
—Kurt Nolte
Nectarines are better.
I would straight-up shank someone so bold as to eat my bowl of nectarines out of the fridge AFTER I SPECIFICALLY LEFT A NOTE SAYING NOT TO.
AND LEFT NOT EVEN ONE MUTHAFUDGIN NECTARINE FOR ME.
AND HAD THE NUTS TO LEAVE A MUTHAFUDGIN POEM.
But, YOU could have at least one. I DO share, ya know.
The Chief Up There really outdid Herself with the nectarine.
I imagine that, when I expire, at some point I’ll be offered a nectarine, you know, while I’m waiting.
—robbie edmonds
Flommist Robbie Edmonds would love to sit down with you and discuss his theories of mind-swapping and time travel, but it appears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop himself from doing so … AGAIN! Copyright © 2020 Robbie Edmonds.
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