Okay so i made some soup today.
let me tell you about it.
Cream of Fiddlehead Fern Soup
fiddleheads
white onion
garlic
butter
broth
rice
sage
sour cream
cream
salt & pepper
lemon
chili pepper
i avoided writing down any sort of measurements because i find that if you add numbers to things, life just gets depressing and hard to figure out. i also excluded any directions because i hate it when people tell me what to do, so i'm not going to do it to you. just feel it!
be free.
free love.
love free.
free be.
after i made this soup, i sat in my kitchen and told my roommates about how i love men but i just can't seem to figure out why. i also told them that i wanted to have a threesome with two men. phil suggested that i have a foursome so that i could be "air tight". it was with this statement that i realized that i really don't want to have a threesome or a foursome. or maybe... maybe i do. but i probably don't.
so the idea of man-on-man-of-war sprung the wonderful idea of this...
d. tosh loves men who love men. and i love men and i love tosh, so lets love on this.
god, i love tosh. i also told my roommates about how i love men that look like they are really sick. really little, skinny, sickly, sad creatures. maybe its the mom in me.
that's why i made this soup. its full of shards of glass. i want to feed it to my lovers and have them puke their domes out. how else will i keep them nice and teeny tiny? so eat up, my little love child, and stay little.
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