Not sure where it came from.
Dropped into my lunch from an obscure pile of unintentional business trip souvenirs? A hand me down from the lady who owns the flower shop?
It is quite the incongruous mix of sensual pleasures: It looks like Play-Do, yet tastes like Play-Do, while in contrast it has the fine texture of dry Play-Do.
I am comforted to know I can rely on the uncompromising standards of Chinese food product manufacturing and quality assurance.
Just another deep pleasure in the day to day.
6 comments:
Have you got a Geiger counter?
No frosting??
Gawd, that's scary!
I think you should eat some just to see what happens. You may hear pretty colors.
Tasted like kindergarten.
Pogo Paste? I loved Pogo Paste.
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