I don’t want this thing mushrooming into something huge, but have you ever wondered what a magic mushroom sits there and thinks about all day? I know they must be all stoned! If they could speak, they’d probably all sound like Edgar Allan Poe: ‘Quote the Raven evermore’… Boy! Magic mushrooms must all be really partying! LOL! And what about the ‘deadly angel’? Those things are full of toxins! How do they sleep at night? Just for your information, you can tell a poisonous mushroom, if its stem is longer than the width of its cap… Now you can survive to romp and play in the forest! However, that’s not what I’m here to ramble on about. Fooled ya! Hehehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe!
I was thinking yesterday, that I had never tried Portobello mushrooms before, and thought I might glutton out on some, and see what they’re like! So I wrapped myself up until I looked like The Michelin Tire guy, and marched off to the supermarket, on my exciting new quest to forever tantalize my taste buds! I’m standing in front of a regiment of military mushrooms, all packed neatly in a row; so uniform! So disciplined! So yummy! I just wanted to sneak out of the store with them; ever watching for prying eyes! Ever vigilant! Ever obvious?
I get to the Portobello mushrooms, and they’re all packaged in three’s, and they’re all $12.95! Don’t get me wrong; I like big, fat, juicy, mushrooms on a big, fat, juicy steak! But when it turns out the mushrooms cost more than the steak, one is given to ponder their choice… So there I am, holding this package in my hand, staring down at it, for like 10 minutes! This guy even came up to me and asked me if he could help me with my plan! Finally, I decided, to pay that much for three mushrooms, they had better be magic or something, cuz I’m not paying that! So I settled for the poverty pack, and went home sad; my day totally ruined by three, savage mushrooms! My life is over :O(