Running in Reverse 3: Veggies are Icky

Vegetable matter is not fit for human consumption. There, I said it. Now my friends will throw fruit at me. Which I shall eat.

Booyah.

Yesterday, I thought I was going to write a rant on eating in the city. Today I cannot think of what I was going to say. So I shall have nonsense and delusion.

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Harken back to a few months prior to the events in the comic, where Thad (the guy with the star on his shirt today) and Langley (the chap in a hat from last week) are eating at a Food Not Bombs serving:

Thad: Vegetables in soup and stale bread. I am brought to new heights of arousal, what with me not expecting this forty days in a row.

Langley: I yearn for tapioca pudding.

Thad: Tapioca pudding, you say?

Langley: Yes. It is the ambrosia of mortal consumption.

Thad: Ah, yes. The tiny tapioca pearls hold tiny drops of angel orgasm. How could I not know that?

Langley: You can do anything with tapioca pudding. Cure hunger, mend clothing, raise the dead.

Thad: What? Raise the dead?

Langley: The dead will do anything for tapioca pudding.

Thad: I did not know Jerry Garcia was a fan.

Langley: He would eat it in between puffs of Mary Jane.

Thad: You lie. This is what I think.

Langley: On tours they would cover the walls of the van with pudding and rub their bare bodies with mint leaves and lick the van clean by tour's end.

Thad: Since when have you been smoking the crack pipe?

Langley: I am just telling you how it is.

Thad: You are making things up, with the stinky horse manure and the white
powder of stupidity.

Langley: If I exaggerate, it is for your own good.

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I think that is enough back story for today. Next week we will have animal abuse and abusing animals. And maybe something to talk about.

Ciao,

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