Friday, January 02, 2009
Treats
Zoe made peanut-marshmallow-chocolate treats and she brought some for me. As she presented me with the treats, the celestial sphere burst open and the Edwin Hawkins Singers swarmed through, belting out “Oh Happy Day” in thunderous tones. They were kind enough to replace the bits about Jesus washing sins away with homemade snack-related lyrics. Zoe claimed that she’d normally never make such a ordinary treat, but that it sounded good at the time. I ate two and lo, they were very good.
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But aren't you lactose intolerant, Esther? That's what you told Violet. I fear Zoe is trying to bump you off, so that she can place her Half-Stevish Hell-Spawn upon your jewelled throne. Mark my words, you must shun those treats, or you'll end up listening to the Edwin Hawkins Singers in their celestial sphere 24x7. And they might not bother editing the words to suit your big-city liberal biases, especially if the boss is around. No more Motorhead for you...
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