Sometimes I imagine my mother Laurie as a huge piece of Hearts of Palm.
This leads to fantasies that I will have enough hearts of palm to eat for eternity.
I then chomp on her finger, she says "ouch" and then realize.. Oh fuck, this is not a vegetable, this is a stupid human.
Then I get pissed and decide to take it out on everyone by attacking them.
I think that it is my right to do this. So there.
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bitchy