Finishing my meal with a bowl of stale butter pecan ice cream, a remnant script from the earths celestially old iridium layer. I sit here envisioning if it would be possible to have this lunch blasted from my memory by a rogue parking lot lightning bolt, effectively erasing just today’s mental etching as I get into my Prius.
Maybe the bolt Possibly spilling over causing a breakthrough by raving up my hybrid to break the sound barrier to Mach my escape away from this ground zero for all things covered in grease. A Crisco sponsored “Plum Island “Experiment gone horribly wrong.
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