scamdog

fresh vegetables. god help me, there is nothing quite like fresh vegetables straight from the garden. the zucchini... mmmmm... the crooked neck squash... aaaaahh... a little olive oil, fry it all up in a pan, add some rice and a few spices: heaven. Delicious and nutritious. Chase it down the gullet with one or two glasses of good lager, and it's just like that. Nuthin better... mmm... well... unless you count the banana, strawberry, and nectarine smoothy for desert. Ooooh that's gonna be good. Oh golly this healthful living's gonna' kill me, swear t'god. Somebody stick a fork in me; I'm done. Oh wait, what's this? Oh, it's my brain. What's it doing out here? I thought I left it in the locker at school. Eeeuuw, it's got fuzz all over it. I think it's gone bad. Wheew, what a stench! Too bad. I'm definitely gonna' have to send it to the cleaners again. Last time they lost it behind the 55-gallon drums of toxic cleaning solution for a month and a half. I only got it back because the cleaning lady mistook it for a possum and tried to sell it to the soda jerk near the water fountain in the center of town and I just happened to be walking by at the time. "Hey! That's my brain!" I shouted. They both took off running and I darted after them, Whoosh! (That's the noise the air makes, whistling through my head when I run with no brain.) I never caught up with them, but the whooshing noise coming from my hollow head (that and the heavy drooling) frightened them and they dropped my brain in a blackberry bush. I managed to get it out but scraped myself up something fierce in the process. Which is a drag because I'm allergic to blackberry vines, but that's another story. Whoosh!