Curse my lunch, for it has left me and joined a gang, fallen in with a bad crowd you see. Though I do expect it to write from its nefarious oblivion, having tried to stomach it for as long as I had. It was always a bad seed. I say, it came from bad stock, that gumbo.
Lest I die of starvation... next month.... I dine on pretzels and peanuts. And here I thought pretzels and peanuts were bar food. Who knew? In answer to my own question: assfingers