Easter Egg Learning

Cadbury's creme eggs are for eating.

They should not be used as props for the primordial chicken-egg conundrum.

I do not want to know what kind of creature would hatch from something that nutritionally void.

Whatever it would be, it would not attack me. It would not have lethally blinding foil plumage, and would not take over the world using sugar and additives.

Diabetes is not a form of biological warfare.

I will not have nightmares about giant sugar hatchlings.

I will not consider the kind of creature said hatchlings could grow into, or what the egg production rate is likely to be 20 years from now.

I'm a vegetarian, I should not worry about the roasting vengeance of poultry relatives.

I'm no longer a vegan, the worry is eating at me.

The bunnies are not out to get me.

The aforementioned worry eating at me is not a chemically induced trauma takeover method produced by creme eggs. This is not the end of all things. Bulemia is not the answer.

Cock-A-Fucking-Doodle-Doo.

If this is the end of all things, does this mean we go back to the beginning? What came first? The conspiracy, or the conspiracy theory?

This is not a conspiracy.

Oh My God. We are all going to die.

Posted by Missiedith at April 13, 2004 2:16 AM | TrackBack