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..poison