
Haven't been writing because I've been having epiphanies.
I've been eating vegan. Awesome. (Or as the Big Girl would write, "osom"). Body responded happily. Until I took just a leeeetle too much sugar and Viva la Revolucion!
Here is my epiphany/wikipedia page:
Che Guevara was reincarnated as my pancreas. Since the X-ray, his stylized form (that of a tongue - eew) has become a ubiquitous intestinal symbol and personal insignia of revolt.
As a healthy young organ, Che was transformed by the endemic crap that he had to process. His experiences led him to conclude that the lower G.I. tract's imbalances were an intrinsic result of french fries, with the only remedy being complete and total revolution.
It totally makes sense. I did live in Bolivia for a few years, you know.
If only there was a way to work in a Bay of Pigs invasion...
4 comments:
You are so deliciously twisted. ;)
That was dumb.
Che's a hero and you're "literally" full of crap :o)
ONE!
Che's only a hero to some. He's also considered a murderer, Anonymous.
But, I really appreciate your inspired and well-thought critique: "that was dumb"
Have a nice day, and grow some balls and post your name.
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