Remember when we talked about semicolons, friends? Just kidding, we're not friends. And now semicolons are in vogue; see how inspirational I am? I won't even mention this. Well now I've got a bone to pick with split infinitives. I like to fucking ride my bike, but now I can't. "No," my English teacher would say, it's "I like fucking to ride my bike." What kind of sense does that make?! Not any that I want to be a part of.
I made a vegish macaroni 'n cheese, made from cashews, nutritional yeast, some stuff I can't remember, and don't make it. It wasn't good. It wasn't like this vegan place around here that has vegan queso that tastes so much like cheese I almost didn't want to eat it!
But with that side dish, my journey concluded. It was an expedition of green, green proportions, with plenty of attitude. Can everyone start pronouncing it like that? Man, she has such attitude. Anywhey (which I don't eat anymoor (which I've never been too anythyme (which I don't have any of, nor do I have any more puns, which I realized by thinking of Blondie (side note, the opening lyrics are insane? (also, note that one of the suggested after-songs is You Can Call Me Al))))), there's only one thing left to say:
Smile, you son of a damn, dirty ape!
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