Where the hell are MY Mushrooms?!
Watching this movie the other nite, this scene came on. For some reason I giggled like a little girl who just had a spit ball thrown at her by the best looking guy in school.
Who cares that a SPIT ball just snapped me right in the left eye -it came from that real hot-tay that sits two rows over. The one ALL the girls like-gossip about-and want to…well you know….
That guy-just chose ME to be the target of his spitball-how cool am I?
Unrealistic and irrational as it is..we laugh and become full of ourselves. Instead we should be irritated because we all now sit neatly together, with our zip-lock baggies of fungi and our little bongs. Drafting poetry like this.