You Are What You Eat She: "Does this diet follow the USDA's food pyramid?" He: "Yeah, I think so." Me: "I don't like following the pyramid. I'd rather follow the shape I'm after." She: "Do you think they have a food circle? Or a rhombus?" He: "I'd much rather follow the food trapezoid." Me: "Exactly.
Losing my...religion? My head is in my hands, I am lost in the throes of my cold. Ennui and Drixoral fight for control of my very soul. And then... She: "Are you praying to Cletus?" I slowly raise my eyes, and as I do, I feel the devil's fire on my tongue. Me: "No, I
E, Courtesy of the Letter Me: "It's really the workhorse of the English language, you know." He: "What about S? Or T? T does a lot." Me: "You always did have a consonant influence."
Me: "I got you the print-outs you wanted, picked up the dry cleaning and the other whoshewhatsis." He: "Wow. That's pretty rare, getting a whoshewhatsis." Me: "Treasure it. I don't think I can find another one." He: "What about a whatchamacallit?" Me: "Now you're abusing my generosity."
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