For lunch, he had 'Orange Chicken' with rice and an egg roll. I don't associate with egg rolls, so I can't comment on what that was like. The chicken was drowning in some sort of sauce with little pieces of orange peel in it. Ewwwwww. It was like playing with marmalade. The rice was dry and tasteless.
I prefer the quiet solitude of the briefcase.
I was supposed to go to a wedding last weekend, but old crooked teeth had to stay home and watch the sick children. A likely excuse.
Here I am with the orange chicken and rice. I do not know where the egg roll is.
2 comments:
you kept him locked in a briefcase????
oh my. didn't you know that's a violation of his spork rights??
he has an inalienable right to breathe fresh air!
From now on you must promise to let the spork ride in your shirt pocket so he can see where you're going OR at the minimum give him fresh air breaks throughout the day.
and If you break your promise I WILL be reporting you to the MSPS. the watchdog group Mistreatment of Spork Prevention Squad.
+JMJ+
What a snobby spork! ;) Does he think he was created for filet mignon?
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