Lunch meat made me question my existance.
Nothing that dramatic, it's just that I've been staring at this picture for a few hours now, trying to interpret the hidden meaning behind its name. I mean, is it a mislabel or is it some sort of magical cheese pig/cow? Does it taste like cheese. What sort of cheese does it taste like? What if we have always misinterpreted the taste of meat and that meat taste like cheese while cheese taste like mountain spring water? If it looks like meat but is called cheese, then what does that make of you and me? Am I actually a White Dwarf, mislabeled as a human, my god, what if we are all just nothing but a figment of imagination existing in a giant turtle's day dream, slowing swimming through the sea of time, devouring lost seconds like delicious undersea foliage?
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I'm a golden dalek...exterminate! exterminate! oh, look, cheese....nomnomnom....
Just one word: Patrick.
(oh, and of course a link: http://forgng.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-going-to-lunch-with-patrick.html -- I've been searching for this for the last 2.5 hours.
you think that's bad? I've been chasing a mouse for the past 2 hours...
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