Today I decided to partake in a cup of strawberry Yogurt and was so excited I decided to clap four times in the air, I found myself doing this for 2 hours straight because I have OCD.
Now enough about my bleeding hands and not enough about the yogurt, I like to blow my yogurt onto women.
On the path to getting that cup of smooth creamy delicious yogurt in my mouth I found that there was no SPOONS, all of the SPOONS were in the sink. I said to myself “what the heck, there is no SPOONS that are clean. All the SPOONS are dirty”.
So I grabbed a fork and ate my Yogurt. Sure I looked like some gay pirate that was excavating for golden dildos, but gosh darn it I didn’t care. If anything I felt pretty good, it was natural and better then a bag full of shellfish; or should I say a bag better then zellrish . (Don’t look up “zellrish”, it’s not a real word.)
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