Salt is peculiar.
And,not at all salty.
On an ordinary(0/365) day, when mommy, somehow, pictures the four walls of her kitchen to be no less than those ultra-thick, royally painted, superfluous walls of "The Grand Hotel", she does not miss adding salt to the food. Food is good. And, it has a taste(remember,not salty) which daddy expects it to have. However, on abnormal days, when mommy skips adding salt to the food. Then, what? Nothing. It's tasteless. You've got to add a tinge of it, yourself, and shoot those balls in. Now, what? How do those balls feel like? SALTY! Bloody salt. Bitch!
And,not at all salty.
On an ordinary(0/365) day, when mommy, somehow, pictures the four walls of her kitchen to be no less than those ultra-thick, royally painted, superfluous walls of "The Grand Hotel", she does not miss adding salt to the food. Food is good. And, it has a taste(remember,not salty) which daddy expects it to have. However, on abnormal days, when mommy skips adding salt to the food. Then, what? Nothing. It's tasteless. You've got to add a tinge of it, yourself, and shoot those balls in. Now, what? How do those balls feel like? SALTY! Bloody salt. Bitch!
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