22 September 2010

cow head soup

The ghost* of Russ's Pagan cow head made 3 bowls of bacon/ranch pasta salad when I woke up this morning. I asked him "How did you make all of this? We don't even have bacon" He told me not to worry about it and to have a big bowl of it while I lay on a plastic sheet (he promised me the 'off' taste of burnt almonds is not arsenic like the last time).

*I say ghost because cow head met an unfortunate "accident" (Russ broke and threw him in the garbage), now I have to deal with his disembodied spirit. He's not even a graceful ghost, he's a transparent orb the floats around like a fat bumblebee who's trying to stay up in the air and is always getting sucked up into our wall fan.

1 comment:

I eat your comments with jam and butter.