Zesty Pesto Pearcey With a Piping Hot Side of Hallucination
Hear that?
That would be the sound of my brain breaking and shattering into a thousand pieces. Squishy pieces. Possibly a thousand and one pieces.
Seriously.
Who leaves a full plate of zesty pesto ziti on the beach and walks away from it? But even more importantly, how do I know at any time if I'm hallucinating? And please don't go all Memento on me. Guy Pearce should never be without Pantoliano. It's just fact.
That would be the sound of my brain breaking and shattering into a thousand pieces. Squishy pieces. Possibly a thousand and one pieces.
Seriously.
Who leaves a full plate of zesty pesto ziti on the beach and walks away from it? But even more importantly, how do I know at any time if I'm hallucinating? And please don't go all Memento on me. Guy Pearce should never be without Pantoliano. It's just fact.