Serious business.

[flaminbackstbbr]

There is a half-eaten bar of chocolate under your bed. You have no idea how old it is. Do you:

a) Eat it
b) Trash it
c) Put it in
d) Give it to a hobo
e) The mere sight of it makes you vomit because of your anorexia/bulimia streak
f) Other.

Inquiring minds want to know.

Comments

[bananas_an]

Is it covered with lint and under-the-bed icky stuff?

[flaminbackstbbr]

Pretty likely!

[bananas_an]

Oh. It could have been in its wrapper with the chewed off part covered over.

[flaminbackstbbr]

Well, you don't know for sure, considering I don't have an example ready.

[bananas_an]

So this is a hypothetical question and not an "I just found this half-eaten chocolate bar and am tempted to eat it" question?

I probably wouldn't eat it if it wasn't at least sort of wrapped, and even then. I'm more of an ice cream person. Ice cream is too ephemeral for those kind of dilemmas.

[flaminbackstbbr]

It might be and it might not be. I'm not telling~!

Ice-cream, huh?

[bananas_an]

^_^ I think you just did.

Ice cream. If I had a bowl in my room, I can guarantee it would never wind up half-eaten under my bed.

[flaminbackstbbr]

Did I?

That sounds like Roxas.

[bananas_an]

I believe~ so.

Isn't it too bad all of life's problems aren't so simple?

That's right. I think we had an ice cream discussion a long time ago, um, right after your road trip. Did you ever make it over to that ice cream parlor I mentioned?

[flaminbackstbbr]

Prove it!

Uh. Nope, doubt it.

[bananas_an]

I have this feeling the evidence just disappeared.

It might have been someone else. I had this huge sense of deja vu, though. Anyway, there's an ice cream parlor close to my school that serves every flavor of ice cream ever invented--including a lot of weird ones.

[flaminbackstbbr]

If there was any, it's still there.

Nah, we did talk about that. I meant I doubt we went there.