...and on the eighth day the Lord reached forth His hand and blessed His Creation with everlasting Love and Laughter...
I don't know what all the fuss was about. That apple sure was tasty! (Perhaps a bit tart, tho.) But definitely not worth causing a ruckus over.
Still, I do feel a little light-headed and a tad woozy. Maybe I should lie down for a while. Rest the ol' noggin, so to speak.
Naw. Too many things on my mind. Too many things I gotta do.
Starting with... how the heck am I going to explain its absence?
I know! If anyone asks about it, I'll just blame that stupid snake. He's always slithering around like he owns the place. What a jerk! He keeps going on, and on, about not needing legs like us poor "shamblers" do.
Everyone knows the Big Guy Upstairs had had it up to -here- with his duplicitous nature and had told him in no uncertain terms to: "Eat. Dirt." Ha! That showed him! Let's see him try and win the great G of E Potato Sack Race now! (Hehe! Loser!) No doubt Legless will find someone else to shift the blame to. Probably that woman. He's always had a thing for her, and never forgave her for rejecting him. But can anyone blame her? How creepy can one get to say stuff like, "I'd like to boldly slither where no snake has slithered before. How 'bout it, babe?" Ewww! Have some decency, man! My Lord! (Sorry, Boss.) Although, truth be told, she really should cover up some. (I mean, yikes! Imetay for a imtray, 'kay? Just sayin'.) Perhaps a nice fig leaf or two ... or three. And now that I think about it, the greenery would go nice with her eyes...hmmm...I might be on to something here....
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