more.

hey!
so,
you know what's up, right?
yeah.
that's right.
more fair.
more falafel.
i mean,
work was a tired old slow lazy mess of a butthole, anyway.
and that's always a bummer.
y'know?
going to a place you aren't psyched on in the first place,
because there's somewhere else you'd rather be,
and then being unable to make the best of it,
when nothing good even walks in through the doors all day?
SO lame.
but,
that meant closing shop early,
and terrorizing the afternoon away with great treats for my bellyhole.
yep.
what happens when you ask for no beets,
and the falafel wizards conjure it up anyway?
correct.
you get another 'nother free exxxtra one.
check the triple-threat-goodbye-to-september-type teleport:

that's the universe trying to fatten me up with freebies of frighteningly good mojo.
and luckily, for my mouth,
the beat-A* beets one went down so smoothly, regardless of the red pulpy poop on it.
i LOOOOVE falafels, neighbors.
and once those clankers sank into the sarlaac in my stomach,
there was really only one thing left to do.
what?
you better believe it.
teleport:

apple goobieblop-topped, maple-icing-drizzled, powdery-sugared fried F*ing dough.
expert.
being a shark-glutton is good for you.
well,
it tastes good for you, at any rate.
*
september, friends.
all gone now.
bye bye.
next up?
yeah.
albier'ocktoberfest.
i'm ready for what's next;
never quiet, never soft.....