So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Perhaps the banana flavour came from all the monkeys he possibly ate, do you think?
I have been known to buy cakes and pop them on a paper plate with glad wrap and pretend I made them for the cake stall at school!!! hehehe
BAH!
I am sure Henry must have enjoyed his day at the table.
Luv to him and Ezra.
Sorry Kris for assuming that it was only a female that could make such a glorious work of art! I dips me lid to you!
And I still think you are extremely talented Jen.
The teeth are quartered white jelly beans. The claws halved black jelly beans and the spikes on the back are trimmed spearmint leaves (lollies, not the real thing).
Better than my Elmo cake last year though!
I guessed marshmallows but wasnt sure about other ""body parts"",
;-)