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i come home one day to find that SR has so generously brought back some 'tang for the apt.
mmmMMMmm delicious.
we're eating eating slurping slurping when we all begin to notice the disturbingly large quantities of arteries/veins staring back at us from the 'tang. we're all pretty low-maintenance-kick-back-care-free-eat-anything type gals but we we all had to put our spoons down and stick our fingers down our throats when a particularly large something caught our eye:
judging by the low lumen:wall thickness ratio, i would venture to guess that this is an artery and judging by the horrified look on his face, i would venture to guess that he does not want to be eaten, and judging by his pale complexion, i would venture to guess that his name is Herb (with an non-silent "H")
naturally, we tried to get rid of him. it took all 3 of us to drag him to the nearest garbage can. he put up a good fight, that Herb. kicking and screaming the entire time. eventually, his wailing and bitter weeping struck a cord of compassion in our hearts, so we decided to hear him out. we gave him a chance to build a case for why he should be allowed to live:
Herb raised his arms to the skies, shook his fist, and revealed a rather compelling story (which i am not at liberty to disclose to the public). after much deliberation, we unanimously voted to embrace him as our 4th:
SR's not crazy, silly. She's not talking to her shoulder. Take a closer look:
Herb loves taking pictures. He's very photogenic. At the time this picture was taken he was practicing his most recently acquired phrase "heeeeeey ladies, slap me some skiiiinnn"
We were all getting along fabulously, making memories-galore, until one tragic day when we forgot to water him:
Our deepest apologies, Herb.
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