I
sent Matt into Macey's to return something and waited in the car
outside the entrance. He returned with a styrofoam cup and a long
chocolate and sprinkle covered pretzel.
"What's that" I asked.
"It was free." He said, handing it over.
I
grabbed the pretzel and took a bite. It wasn't that good, so I handed
it back to him. A few minutes later, he took a bite. I didn't really
notice anything until it seemed like he was examining the pretzel stick.
I looked over and asked, "What?"
"What are sprinkles?" He said rhetorically. He paused.
"I
mean, what's the point? They aren't even... Good! They aren't even
ANYTHING! They taste like wax. That's what they are, they're little wax
flakes." He started in while still examining his preztel in mild
disgust.
"They ruin things. They're like candle farts."
I had a pretty good laugh at that one. Where does he come up with this stuff?
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!
