Behold, thou frail cucumber, be ye eaten cold
Be thee yonder spinach’s brother, or so Popeye has told
Carrots, beets, potaytos, potahtos, minced in veggie stew
All that’s yummy and fills the tummy is… bah… I can’t do this!!!
Sorry about that… I thought, rather too late, that some people may have mistaken the title of this article to mean this is ACTUALLY an ode to vegetables. I thought maybe I should try and please that segment of the audience, despite how incredibly dumb they are… Sorry, I can’t do it. As you can see, I DID try.
This post is of a more sinister nature, actually… For those of you who’re in the dark, I am a recent survivor of a fever attack; a virus working incognito that had baffled doctors in two major cities before I finally got better. The doctors still don't have a clue about the identity of the alleged virus. (Personally, I’m calling it The Bourne Viri.) This only frustrated the medical community even further. The way they saw it, they failed to
a) identify how or why I got sick and what the sickness AND
b) explain WHY I got better.
They were pretty grumpy about it in the end. They finally left me with (continue reading)
Well,
Considering the lectures you received so far (which, by the way, are becuasr your brother and your friend are interested in you living for 171 years blah-blah, and NOT that the world is conspiring against you.....that happens to me), I am thinking....can I join in the no non-veg lecture?
Pleeeeeeease???