I once played chess with a dog. Okay, it wasn’t chess, it was just checkers. And it wasn’t a dog it was me playing both sides of a single checkers board because I had no one to play with, but I had a plush dog there with me. Okay, it was actually a cat. And it wasn’t checkers, it was my breakfast…I had pancakes.
Fruit Incest
Relatively Fresh
Oh Zarquon, now my mind is frantically worrying about where peas REALLY come from! You’ve activated my paranoia card!
On the bright side, at least now you know, and knowing is half the battle!
but can he tell why kids love cinnamon toast crunch?