BLEACH! It's What's For Dinner!

First, I want to say, there is nothing wrong with bleach.

It IS completely and totally edible.

That's right, in small amounts.

In fact, the Price-Pottengers even have a recipe in Nourishing Traditions where they teach you how to sterilize food-with bleach.

Clorox, to be exact.

However, there is NO excuse for SUBWAY restaurants. I'm sorry. Their sandwiches taste like bleach. Because that is what they are soaking their lettuce in.

The day began with a nap. And then, I rose, began doing my hair, and realized: I was hungry. So I called up this boy who was CRAZY for me (and yet had never even met me) and got him to meet me for lunch at the SandWHICH place. Now THAT place can make some sandwiches. Like you would NOT believe. But, today I was off my games and asked for pickles, which made it too salty. Rule 1: NEVER ask for pickles.

I had made a coffee date for right after the lunch. And I showed up and there he was: all hot blonde blue eyed shortcake. Sweet.
About five eight. As we walked, I caught sight of us in a shop window-and we looked good together. Like people would pay to watch us good.

There are many flavors when it comes to men, and cute little blonde is one of my favorites.

We walked and talked and it was nice. Mellow.

Cut to later on, after I'd malled (I had a coupon for a free panty at Vic's). I went and met him at his house and we went to SUBWAY.

"Is this together?" the sandwich artist asked.

"Yes," we said.

"Hey, can I buy you dinner?" he said, pulling cash out of his wallet.

"Yes, thank you," I said, kissing him.

We went back to his house and I asked for the grand tour.

He thought I said, "Let's fuck."

Well, I didn't.

After we straightened that out, we sat down to eat.

And there it was: bleach.

I'm never eating there AGAIN!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson