now, i only know of the lychee's great existence thanks to my good friend coco. see, way back in the lesbian high school days at cantabary, she would bring in these little lychee coconut gel fruit cups, and they were DEEEEEEEEEE-VINE. ok they weren't THAT amazing but they were fun and kicky and yummy, ok? but then one day she sadly informed us that they'd been BANNED, thanks to a few idiotic children who had choked to death on'em. so we were very sad (because they'd been banned, not because of the stupid kids, thank you natural selection), and eventually, we all moved on with our lives.
so anyways, after researching lychee fruit i felt obliged to write this little guide for my boyfriend on how to eat it, just in case he was curious to know what the poisonous insides of the little black lychee seed tasted like.
i realize how dorky i am, thank you very much.
can i just ask, what is up with the return of fanny packs? i mean, my mum carries one around with her as a purse, and while you'd think this would be embarrassing, i really don't give a shit, in fact i think it's kinda cute because it's my mum and because she's foreign, she can get away with it (i think), but when white people do it, jesus fuckin christ man. that trash be so bleached white it hurts my eyes man. there was this fat .... woman, i think, in front of me at the loblaws grocery supermarket today and well.. she had this huge ass tummy, and when she got all her food shit on the conveyor belt, she OUT OF NOWHERE, started lifting her lard tummy flab... higher and higher and higher... and for a moment i honestly thought she was gonna let it sit on the cash counter. i was this close to screaming out "ew" when i realized she was ACTUALLY resting her FANNY PACK on the fuckin counter so she could get her fuckin cash out of her fuckin fanny pack and... yech. that's all i have to say about that.
the boy and i made cupcakes. his idea, not mine.
