Should I Eat Tuna?!

I know! I love that stuff called 'puffin corn'! It's like popcorn, but made out of cheezy poof material.

 

mmmm haha i love cheezy poofs

 

So do you think I should smoke a bowl before I go to the grocery store? I don't wanna be super stoned ... but it might make the choices more interesting ... ahaha

I'm almost out of tree.

 

hahaha yea that would make the choices more interestin haha i can see u comin home with like $500 worth of groceries or some shit lol just cuz u couldnt choose what u wanted

 

ahaha

Yeah that would be me ...

Everything would be like cheezy poofs, popcprn, chips, pop tarts, pudding, cookies, candy, and falafel!

 

lmao mang i want cheezy poofs now

 

Ahaha, I say just eat the tuna... I was a vegan and I still fished. Hard for me to live without fishing.

 

haggis is good for munchies

 

I had haggis one time and it was at the highland festival at Grandfather Mountain... NC.

 

do i wanna know what haggis is?

 

google it

 

im kindda affraid to lol

 

omg ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

 

its fuckin lovely

 

*barfs* i could never eat that

 

what's that other thing you guys eat over there ... some kinda bread. It's like some nasty meat product ... help me out here.

 

i eat normal bread...


but yeh


its good

and its also more ethical as it uses all the animal, its not wasting any

 

It's not as bad as it sounds...

 

Address Tae a Haggis


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!