Okay. After the weight of my last post (some heavy sh*t, right?), I have decided to make this one light and airy, like a broccoli fart (I was going to say like a Taco Bell fart, but those tend to have more, um, "substance" than lightness, so I went with broccoli). And, in the spirit of light-weight material, today L is for Lymph Nodes. J/k. Today, L is for Little Kids Starving on the Streets. NO! Of course not. That's not light at all. That's like, a pant-load. Okay. For real this time: L is for Lipstick. That's light, right? I mean, except for the darker shades. But, I said "light," not boring. One more time: today, L is for..... Licorrice. Man, I hate that stuff. I hate it so much, I'm not even going to spell-check it. Is there anyone on earth that actually likes liccorrice? If I go to hell (and the chances are like 50-50; if the Christians got it right, I'm screwed. If the Buddhists have it right, I might have a chance at Nirvana -or is that the Hindus? If I, however, have it right, then I will not only be going to heaven, I am actually the ruler of all that Is, waiting to be set free from this body by a posse of archangels that are being held hostage in underwater volcanoes. Wait. That might be Scientology. Whatever. Like I said, 50-50), all they will serve me is lickerish and beets. And I will only be allowed to listen to Taylor Swift singing infinite duets with Bob Dylan while I eat my liquoriche and beets.
Where does likkereice come from, anyway? Isn't it a root, or something? If so, I feel sorry for the plant. I mean, if the very thing that holds your life in place sucks as bad as lickheritch, then what can that possibly say about your life, as a whole. Poor, poor likoriche plant...if it is, indeed, a root.
It's more likely, though, that lickqueriss is one of the evil things left behind by the Moofocka Alien Tribe, like roaches (if today was "R" Day, I would be going off right now about how roaches are the absolute physical manifestation of everything negative and evil in the world). Yes. Now that I think about it, Lleikorish resembles exactly the kind of thing a Moofocka would invent. Damn Moofockas!
Well, it looks like I have uncovered yet another lingering mystery with my master blogging skills.
You're welcome.
Perry Farrell loves LICORICE! I love the smell, but the taste, not so much.
ReplyDeleteI hate licorice too! Bleck. My son has a licorice smelling marker, it's gross when he opens it!
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