You're forgiven. At least you didn't make any mention of the... erm, cake
Khyron takes the corn on the cob, and eats happily.
*shudders*
Soon, she's left with nothing but a
shredded cob, which she regards for a moment."Well, that was nice. On to the next."
With a well practiced flip of the wrist, she slings it off of the cob holders and into the desposal bin. As she reaches for another, she realizes that everyone is looking at her.
"Hey guys. To each her own, ok?"
Disturbing enough? [ 09-27-2001: Message edited by: Ryu Kamen ]
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.