the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

So today Mom calls me. “I NEED VEGGIES,” she says. “Let’s go shopping!”

“…okay!” I say.

She comes to pick me up and goes “O HAY wanna go to Central Market?”

“EEEEEEEEEEEE,” I say, because I’ve never been there.

And so, off we go.

Let me tell you what I came home with:

• three white peaches
• one orange bell pepper bigger than Spazz’s head
• one bunch of bananas
• one pint of bright yellow cherry tomatoes (they had some awesome heirloom tomatoes, but they were a little pricey and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to eat those huge motherfuckers before they went bad)
• Three purple potatoes (!!!)
• Two bottles of strawberry Ramune
• One can of wasabi peanuts
• Two boxes of wafer-thin little cookies (one chocolate, one cappuccino)
• one thing from the bakery that was labeled as a pizza crust; there were samples of it out there and it was really more like a really flat loaf of lovely soft white bread with cheese baked into it
• possibly some other shit I have forgotten about

I wish they would build one of these closer to home, oh man.

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