Seriously, Agnes. No Photoshop, nothing. We flipped over a chicken filet and there it was. After taking a cell phone picture of it, we chopped it up into smaller chunks and added it to the rice. Then we ate it.
To the Christers who wonder why we didn't heed an Obvious Sign, or at least put the evidence in the freezer, we can only say that we don't respond well to omens, subtle or otherwise, when we're hungry.
If there is a god and it wants AKSARBENT to believe in it, then we expect nothing less than a flaming asteroid aimed at local gay money mint, The Max or at the Omaha Police Department, across the street from said gay bar, if local cops shoot any more
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