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stoopbeckDeep thought for the day: Wooden ice cream-type spoons = happiness.
I came to this realization after a half great half crappy morning, and I was sitting eating my tuna because I missed lunch, gritching about my stupid insignificant problems and suddenly... I was happy! I blame the wooden ice cream-type spoon, really. Think about it. You can't stab anyone with a wooden spoonlike thing. Try it. And if you do stab someone, nothing really bad happens, except maybe splinters. You can't cut with a wooden spoon thing, but who says every meal needs to be cut?
Think of all the wonderful things you ate as a child with the wooden spoon thing. Personally, it brings back memories of those ice cream things you could get at birthday parties. You know the ones. Sometimes they came in different flavors besides vanilla, which was always an extra-special treat. And of course, I can remember eating my StarKist tuna lunch pack with one. I'd usually only eat about half of the mini can of tuna, and then use the leftovers and the mayonaisse [which I hated] and the relish [I didn't know it was pickles at the time, if you'd asked me I would have probably told you it was chopped lizard] and mix them all up in the conveniently provided plastic bowl thing into some kind of creepy witch's brew. And then make someone eat it.
Good times, good times. Just thinking about that makes me completely and utterly happy, which is becoming rarer and rarer these days. So here's my solution to peace on earth: make everyone use wooden ice cream-type spoons. Things may get a bit messy, but they'll never be boring.
I came to this realization after a half great half crappy morning, and I was sitting eating my tuna because I missed lunch, gritching about my stupid insignificant problems and suddenly... I was happy! I blame the wooden ice cream-type spoon, really. Think about it. You can't stab anyone with a wooden spoonlike thing. Try it. And if you do stab someone, nothing really bad happens, except maybe splinters. You can't cut with a wooden spoon thing, but who says every meal needs to be cut?
Think of all the wonderful things you ate as a child with the wooden spoon thing. Personally, it brings back memories of those ice cream things you could get at birthday parties. You know the ones. Sometimes they came in different flavors besides vanilla, which was always an extra-special treat. And of course, I can remember eating my StarKist tuna lunch pack with one. I'd usually only eat about half of the mini can of tuna, and then use the leftovers and the mayonaisse [which I hated] and the relish [I didn't know it was pickles at the time, if you'd asked me I would have probably told you it was chopped lizard] and mix them all up in the conveniently provided plastic bowl thing into some kind of creepy witch's brew. And then make someone eat it.
Good times, good times. Just thinking about that makes me completely and utterly happy, which is becoming rarer and rarer these days. So here's my solution to peace on earth: make everyone use wooden ice cream-type spoons. Things may get a bit messy, but they'll never be boring.
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Date: 2004-11-08 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-08 12:24 pm (UTC)Wooden spoon thingies are to Alex as Muffins are to Sarah.
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