The good stuff?
What do you mean by that, Jonathan?
Well, I’m talking about luxuries.
See, you probably have some fancy pancake syrup hidden away in the cupboard, or a couple candy bars in a drawer somewhere, right?
I do too.
I have some fancy mustard, that’s honey flavored. Great stuff.
And some absinthe that, I swear, makes me talk like God himself.
Or, at least, the god I fear existed as a child.
“Don’t touch your weiner, young Jonathan. If you do, then I shall smite thee in a half. Two bloody chunks, severed neatly in twine.”