Scruples versus need
"My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate."
-Thornton Wilder
1. Since this morning when I got up at stupid o’clock I’ve eaten every single sweet thing I could get my hands on.
2. Should I eat the second (and last) Rhubarb crumble? Technically it isn’t mine, it belongs to J.
3. J doesn’t know that the second (and last) Rhubarb crumble belongs to him.
4. So I could just eat it and cunningly hide the packaging.
Perhaps he’d never find out. Perhaps he would find out and forgive me in my hour of need. Perhaps he would bludgeon me to death with a blunt hammer.
5. J is reasonably calm, but is prone to violence if dessert is involved.
6. Fuck it, I’ll take my chances.
And hide the hammer.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
8 comments:
mm, rhuuuubarb
*drooling a little*
Remember to brush off the crumbs from your top and wipe away the drooly rhubarb slaverings from around your mouth....
I have toothache, and can't eat.
*jealous*
oh, and that's a very nice quote by the way. just texted it to Plaything. hehe.
You correctly infer from my deeper instinct that dessert is serious.
All is said by your actions. I close my eyes, but weep under the eyelids.
hmm.. now I want a pastry.. mmmm..
Hmmm, it's been some days since an update. Perhaps the Rhubarb Incident ended violently?
Hm.. Rhubarb crumble I could live without. But if it were apple crumble? I could then definitely see the temptation to risk death for that prize.. Cake and custard rules, man!
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