It's true, the depth of my chagrin at the contents of my refrigerator (or lack thereof) denying me the ability to make egg salad for lunch is such that it has compelled me to reference Harlan Ellison's truly horrifying short story, "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream." Seriously. I'm not even going to link to it because (a)I, uh, I don't know how and (b)it is seriously that horrifying, I don't want to inflict it on your innocent minds. Just imagine the worst thing you can imagine, and imagine it being infinite and inescapable, and that's basically the story.
I expect some imaginative comments on this one guys, do not disappoint me.
2 comments:
Oh NO!! not to have the capability to make egg salad at any time of the day or night is unimaginable pain. I have failed you as a mother. I can't believe that I didn't buy you mayo while I was in town.....
No egg salad??? *GASP* Yes thank you so much for not getting the link for that horror story. It sounds...greatly horrifying.
Not that imaginative. Sorry.
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