Northbound on the 5 today I passed an older woman driving a somewhat-shabby mini-van. Someone had spraypainted (in green paint) ‘I eat children’ on the left side of her vehicle.
I want to eat a kid someday, perhaps with some garlic and oregano.
This should go in the sequential threads but I just had to put it here.
**The Duggars whelp again
I eat children **
How convenient for you!
At Hallowe’e’n, I put my charming Lhasa on a leash almost long enough to reach the front door. She charges the trick-or-treaters, barking and wagging. When a child flinches, I say, “Oh, don’t mind her, she’s only eaten three children this month!” I discovered that no child has yet mistaken me for Count Olaf, despite the raised eyebrow and evil stare.
fava beans and a nice chianti
Did you see if the minivan turned into the driveway of a ginger bread house?
Did she offer any recipes? I’m looking for a good new marinade for the summer barbecue.
Pointless addition -
Medieval surname: pronounced ‘at Chill-thern’
Chilthern apparently being a type of soil good for farming.
(My other favorite medieval surname is: ‘in the Ditch’, meaning living in a low area.)
I wonder if the van lady is a grumpy lunch lady or a grumpy neighbor. Assuming she didn’t apply the spray-paint herself.