Yeah, I’m talking about tomatoes again. Because they’re a safe topic, okay? I don’t want to spell things out in public, secret things, so I post blurbs about tomatoes. Wouldn’t want anyone to know what I actually THINK or FEEL about what HAPPENS or DOES NOT HAPPEN in my life! Hail no! That would be STUPID!
(This gratuitous passive-aggressive tone and abuse of capitalization is brought to you by my tendency to worry, my smelly shirt, and the ghost of the world’s most beautiful tomato.)
This is a perfect example of how external beauty is unimportant. How did it taste?
It tasted as good as it looked.
If you wash your shirt, will it revoke its smelly-shirt sponsorship? And will you have to remove one third of your post? I’m curious. Or drunk. Or maybe both.
Don’t worry, I’m probably not going to wash my shirt anytime soon. I’m shamefully lax in the laundry department. There will always be something smelly nearby to sponsor my posts.