Dash’s 4 Year Trash Bash: A Garbage Truck Party
8 hours ago
The food I'd been eating was so bad I couldn't even blog about it.
Until now.I never acquiesced to the art of eating and enjoying oatmeal. In fact, the last several mornings brought forced attempts to take multiple bites of the gruel. You never heard me mention the different other 7-grain thing because the one time I made it, it was beyond awful. I made The Hater try it one morning with me, and he looked at me and immediately said it would be okay if I never ate it again. I may try it again, mixed with milk and with some butter, but it'll be fertilizer if I'm not instantly wowed.
Their song goes da-dum-diddy-dum-diddy-d'dum dum, and my song goes da-dum-diddy-dum-diddy-Dum-dum. See? They're totally different!
See, the prison layout goes dum-dum-diddy-dum, but sleeping next to him where we can't touch goes dum-diddy-dum-dum. They're totally different!