Grasp the Recycled Corn Chalice with thy left Hand and I tell thee Beware! the Dearth of Lids. Lidf. Lids. For I Testifie that ftuff fpills Every Where.
Look below the Fneeze Guarde (photographf forthcominge) and Behold the Quinoa.
With thy right Hand raised on High and the Fpoon clutched Firmly in thy Palm, Take Generously of the Quinoa.
Mix not with Bulgar Wheat or Couf Couf, for these Grains will make thee Vomit until thou pleadst for Death's cool Sickle. Which Hopefullie though it Be a Sickle haf not been Used upon Wheat laytely.
I know knot which Bean thou then choosest, but I know them to be Low in Price and Grown in Mexico. My fpoon dips Often and with Gusto in the black beanf and chickpeaf. For I am Sicke to my Hart of sushi. Fufhi.
At last, let the Dressing Rain like Gentle Tears of Olive Oyle and Vineygar unto thy Salad and get thee to a cashier Right Quick.
And if it Rings for more than $4.00 Then He is a Knave and the Fcale is Furely Broken.
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