I was going to write a long blog tonight but I skipped lunch and ate a handful of Smarties candy this afternoon and now I don’t feel too well. It’s either that or the Feline Leukemia. I guess I’ll know if I vomit and it’s pastel. I don’t know when I will realize I’m not twelve anymore and can’t eat candy as a meal substitute.
A reader (thanks, Minions!) sent me this and I wanted to share.
I know most people I’ve met have always said they were terrified of the flying monkeys as kids. I always thought they were wicked cool. But I was raised with three older brothers and educated by nuns, so I wasn’t afraid of much. Except clowns. Fucking clowns.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go slip into a diabetic coma.8 Comments