The Amazing Voyages of Self-Discovery!!

I just dropped my spoon into the pot of boiling macaronies. This is the first time in my life that I have ever dropped the spoon into the boiling pot of macaronies. Normally, I drop it into the Really Big Bowl of Cereal in the course of trying to eat it. The Cereal, not the spoon. We don't eat spoons in this boy's house.

Also, I don't really care for cooking in the raw, because, well, stirring makes things... wag. And wagging near hot foodstuffs makes every spider-sense I have in my body scream that something very dear to me is perhaps soon to be terribly scalded.

And yet I still do it.

Why?

I think it's because while I'm at work I absorb idiocy through osmosis. Rubbing elbows with the stupid can make you dumb as well.

Or something.

If it weren't for guitar callouses, I might never have seen my poor little spoon again.

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Shri liked it, so here you go:

flyblown cockmonkey.