This is what I always think when someone offers me what APPEARS to be
perfectly good food.. I always question because why would they give it to me if it's
so damn good? What sort of poisons have they slipped in, how many times did it
fall on the floor,
who spit in it? Those sort of questions..
I'm eating these
zoodles any way, even though it may be
my last meal. Ah well, at least I won't have to deal with the
heartburn they give me. My sister has been quite rude and
hostile towards me all night.. and now she so sweetly offers me these little alpha noodle'y things out of a can, not only that.. she didn't eat any of them. Why?
WHY?! Why didn't she eat them.. she has
no answer, obviously they've got something terribly wrong with them. Ah well.. can't..resist..possibly..
poisoned..dreamy..food.