so,
it's the cucch's berfday.
but,
he isn't around anymore.
nope.
i mean it...
he left yesterday.
so,
i guess i'm celebrating all by myself.
mmhmm.
that's okay.
i love any reason to get expert.
and that's no joke.
how have i been activating all the minutes?
with bread and stuff.
obvi.
you all already know all about it.
that's right.
it's STILL sandwich week.
and that's reason enough without berfday times to get it poppin'.
check the 52-degrees-fahrenheit-outdoors-but-grillin'-anyway-type teleport:
mmmmhmmmm.
i doo-doo that complicated hot coals and time frames sh!t.
why?
because the big action is worth it when it gets munched up on.
that's factual reporting, neighbors.
colorful bell peppers,
a big-A portobello mushroom,
a seitan steak,
pea shoots,
blackened onions,
and that pretzel bread,
with asparagus and squash on the side,
because they wouldn't fit between the buns
(that's what she said)
a whole lot of effort for a couple 'guinis,
but oh so worth it.
did i mention the spicy blasamic soy glaze i basted those bastards with?
uh-huh.
expert.
*
so,
that was dinner.
but it was lunch that was really the burly butt nasty business.
i mean it.
tofu pups and leftover chili,
mooshed together in a sub roll?
suuuuuuper 'sgusting, but also equally soooo dope.
teleport:
yikes.
that's what fat people do.
i guess that's me, now.
***********
morning means more sandwiches.
i know,
it's all real,
and it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.
my life is all bread and filling, all the time,
and that's just the way it is.
check the elvis-type teleport:
cinnamon brown sugar toasted bagel magic,
with chunky crunchy peanut butter,
and bananas?
mmmm.
if it ain't sandwiches,
it ain't sh!t.
that's the way we do during sandwich week.
the rules are in place for our own protection.
that's a thing.
*
too much, too often.
there's a system for celebrating,
and the first component is overdoing it,
the second is overreacting,
and the third is overestimating yourself.
that way,
it definitely hurts in the long run.
when it's broken,
it's fixed.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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