ate death this weekend

[Sadre Spinegnawer]

As could be predicted, it sucked.

Nothing tasted like anything.

Each dish tasted different, but exactly the same: dead shit, something that was dead.

Afterward, had some tea and a biscuit or two.

Guess what it tasted like?

Death.

Mae some fresh oatmeal, which is not easy to make right, cuz you don't want it getting clumpy but just chewy.

I got it perfect.

Guess what it tasted like?

Death.

If in fact you find yourself enjoying a meal, thank the gods. And don't be superficial prick like some who feel the need to criticize a meal, a good meal, because they are hopelessly lost as human beings and have no idea how to ground themselves.