depressive, with cats

Take a six pound can of apricots, two years past their "eat by" date,
many covered in green mold the preparation process seems not to have
killed, both ends of the can bulging with a tortured scream of "is it
botulinism, or just a bad case of gas?"

If you survived eating the first 5.5 pounds, you are ready to make glog;
pour the rest in the blender, more syrup than fruit. Fish out the one
apricot pit that always seems to escape the culling process.

Add:
Two measuring scoops of SlimFast(tm) diet aid.
One fifteen ounce can of peas.
One 3.5 ounce can of sardines.
Three really hot peppers picked up off the ground from the long
abandoned garden out back, unwashed.
One twelve ounce container of frozen orange juice concentrate.

Puree on blender setting three, for whose extreme violence you were not
quite prepared, holding the blender down firmly as it attempts to take
flight.

Makes two 28 ounce servings, flavor undescribable, and probably
unrepeatable.  Klortho is a kind god, don't let the claws fool you.

Bonus:

This can be left unguarded indefinitely on the desk: even with
the odor of sardines, and the chance of dying from the chocolate in the
SlimFast(tm), the cats steer a wide path around it, eyes round with
concern or horror, which look pretty much the same in two cats held
captive by a depressive with no food preparation skills, and is their
normal expression.

xanthian, one serving to go.

Took Ark in for his first shots Saturday, more in three weeks, The
Operation in five.


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