Woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning, sprightly skipping into my kitchen to greet The Bull, who was feasting on his jar of Kool-Aid pineapples for breakfast. I gave him a gentlemanly curtsy and wished him a Happy Pride Month. He shattered the glass jar into my face.
@LouiseRawAuthor I must admit that I didn't realise Septics pronounced pasta incorrectly - mainly because I watch any videos of them making pasta with the sound off. That way I don't have to scream "that's not fucking cheese" whenever they introduce some yellow rubber to the dish.