Also: may I present the following litre carton of deliciousness?
And, this bottle of potential deliciousness, that has yet to be opened because I want to save it for a time when my brain feels de-energized.
I am cutting off this label and taping it to my wall next semester.
At this point in time, neither chocolate bar is in existence.
:)
See, I told you it matched the bulletin board! That bulletin board has been empty since August, although at first all the letters hadn't fallen off so you could read that it said, "Make a wish."
So I thought someone added the poster because it matched so perfectly and to make a wish for a cleaner teeth and fresher breath. But no. Like this morning, I was all excited to see mail in my mailbox and it turned out to be a brochure advertising Listerine. But I was still excited, because it contained illustrations of angry bacteria.
At this point in time, neither chocolate bar is in existence.
:)
See, I told you it matched the bulletin board! That bulletin board has been empty since August, although at first all the letters hadn't fallen off so you could read that it said, "Make a wish."
So I thought someone added the poster because it matched so perfectly and to make a wish for a cleaner teeth and fresher breath. But no. Like this morning, I was all excited to see mail in my mailbox and it turned out to be a brochure advertising Listerine. But I was still excited, because it contained illustrations of angry bacteria.
Also, I learned that dog meat might taste like mutton. NO--not from personal experience. That is one adventure I refuse to have. Plus people don't eat dog in Hong Kong. But I learned one of my Mainland friends once tried a slice of dog meat. They breed the dogs special for eating, and there's some sort of certificate or something so you know how old it is--or rather, how young it is. "Because you wouldn't want to eat a dog born in 1956."
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