:: Imagine the main course ::

Sunday, February 27, 2005

This weekend I saw a mesclun salad listed on a menu as a mescaline salad. I recall a friend's mentioning having seen the same error a while ago. I chalk it up to over-reliance on computerized spell-checking.

Five dollars is a very good deal for a mescaline salad, provided the wait-staff are not a group of reptilian Illuminati sleeper-agents intent on removing and preserving your brain to harness its nefarious hydrokinetic power. Unfortunately your fork just informed you they were. Now quickly, slip out the back and purge yourself in the alley before you are lost in the infinitely repeating fractal visages of Mao and Carrottop coating the walls.

Posted by morland @ 11:21 PM

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oh, good morls,
how bereft i's thoughts.
you percieving new doors.
where can i go that you havent been.
feed me mor.

Posted by: ordu on March 1, 2005 12:54 PM

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