At the grocery store I saw an endcap loaded with giant plastic tubs of cheese puffs, stacked three levels up off the floor.
I restrained myself.
Yet, in another realm of existence, where calories don’t exist, the Jonathan of that hallowed plane of reality stopped in his tracks, and then promptly bought the whole display.
Being six parts cheese ball, two parts man, would suit me just fine.
‘Twas not to be. Not in this existence anyway.
I’ve been working on some improvements to the revolver seen above, dubbed: “Hucksterism”. It has seven firing modes, and I’m putting together a minute long animation that demonstrates each firing one at a time.
When it’s done, I’ll post it.
Sorry, I’m slightly distracted. I keep thinking about all those cheese balls