Ronda twisted her body round, looking in

Ronda twisted her body round, looking in the mirror. "Olaf, does my bum look big in these jeans?" "We are but strangely persistent meat. Is there a right answer to this question?"

"Yes and no." "Turn to the right about 10 degrees," said Olaf. Ronda complied. "Your bum is a brace of baby cheeses." "So we are strangely persistent meat and cheese?" Olaf laughed

The baby spinach family was there waiting.

How did they know where to find me? I'd left early in the wee hours of the morning. Yet when I opened the door, the wilting spinach reached out with leafy limbs to grab me.

Had they seen the 'Popeye' sign on my front door? A mean, tough pumpkin was rolling our way. Before I could do the math on that, the spinach lifted me to its mouth, and I understoo

-d for once what it was like to be on the other end of the utensil. "I'm sorry for being a vegetarian!" I shouted, hoping the giant spinach would accept my feeble apology. Instead,

the angry vegetabale just stared at me, and said "I hate cows, those bitches can't save you now, fucking veghead" Why do you support an holocaust of grass mother fucker... You will

be kicked off of FS for using that kind of language!" I reminded him. "You need therapy." The angry vegetabale stalked off; his tirade had been fruitless. I smiled, remembering the

torturous Sullivan, who smirked his mischief across my confused face.