Posted by Murdered Duchess 01/02
11:45 AM | | It was a tough call between this:
Because they weren’t doughnuts. Yeast balls differ greatly from doughnuts. It’s like comparing angels to men. Donuts are light and heavenly. Every little bubble in a donut is an angel’s wish being breathed into the confection. Yeast balls require yeast to rise for their shameful, mortal pantomime. Still, yeast balls have free will. For all the seraph-like splendor of a donut it is withal-bound to follow, each on his own, the path set by God in his Infinite Wisdom. So, I will advise you that it is better to be a yeastball and eat a doughnut. Any questions?
and this:
Ooh, faulkner in nothing but short pants. That’s HOT. ... Or should i say, that’s amusing, and arousing, and unexpected, like the moon seen at mid-day over the yawning Okeechobee swamp, where the tall cyprus and the dense moss ordinarily make a mockery of the sun, or like the french fried potatoes at Bill Gettyson’s cafe, which are not as soggy as you’d expect them to be nor as crisp as you’d like, or like the beauty mark on my ass which is near to the crack but not on it, which, seen from a mirror, vaguely resembles Spiro Agnew; all these things are like that remark but not OF it, as near a proximity as I can succinctly put.
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