Help me.

[delirious_red]

Right now, I am not hungry. I am not even nearly near wanting any sort of food substance to be chewed and swallowed as a slimy, biomatter mass. I do not want to have outside decomposing food stuffs, inside of me at this moment. Before I can go downstairs again, I have to make disappear

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[finnegan_iii]

I suggest you bury the potato in good soil and offer up the salad as a penance to the gods so that your potato may grow into a mighty tree. Then chop down the tree and carve it into a boat. The trunk will be its hull and the branches its masts. Create sails out of cotton you find dead on the ground. Hire several stout sailors. Then wait for the rain.

Just a suggestion.

[delirious_red]

Now why couldn't I have devised a plan like that?

[finnegan_iii]

You obviously don't have enough time on your hands.

[delirious_red]

So many hands, too little time.

[finnegan_iii]

I ask myself every day why we, as humans, haven't evolved into a three-armed being. It would make everything so much easier.

[delirious_red]

You realize that all you have done by saying that, is make me very sad that I don't have Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy, or anything of that influence, in any form, in my household.