Tuesday, March 11, 2008
He was filled with much more than folic acid that day.
Within the garden, the Asparagus spear stalked the band of brussel sprouts through clumps and clumps of weeds...until suddenly, he made his move with a swift thrust of his shaft. As everyone scattered in fright, the lifeless King sprout was lifted into the air in effigy. He was just making sure that those rotten balls wouldn't be growing roots in his prime soil.
After all...he never did like those brussel sprouts. Even as a kid, he remembers kicking them under the table in disgust.
Posted by quiet storm at 8:22 PM