Then precious days ago I came upon the miraculous artifact - preserved in prestine conidtion in the bottom of a blue tote - unsoiled and unspoiled my the cruelty of time. The lights of heaven shone down on it, and is was a vision to behold. I had found - PIXIE STIX!
Not just any Pixie Stix, either: Glorious, ethereal Pixie Stix still sealed in their original package, with an expiration date of January, 1998!
Now I ask you, if you found 10 year-old Pixie Stix sealed and calling to you, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Sure, maybe a lesser woman would've thrown them out. Tossed them aside as if garbage. But not this woman! I recognized them for the treasures they are. I was presented with a rare opportunity - to test the natural effects of aged Pixie Stix on the human anatomy.
So I ate them.
So I ate them.
The orange didn't have much flavor. But the blue tasted very BLUE. (You'd understand what I meant if you tasted it!)
And then that night she had a stomachache.
And then that night she had a stomachache.
Number of days until the new season of Lost: 12
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