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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Good Earth Tea is a Pox on Humanity

I've been suffering smellucinations. Yesterday I thought I smelled that repulsive Good Earth Tea; and just now, bubble gum. But there was no Good Earth Tea, and there is no bubble gum! These odors from nowhere may indicate paranormal activity - but what kind of spectre would risk smelling like Good Earth Tea? Must have been diabolic, whatever it was.

I was lucky to escape with my life.


Blogger Jeff said...

Oh, what memories. There used to be a hellacious Good Earth restaurant in Berkeley. On Sunday nites, they had a blind folk singer with a wreath on her head singing a medley of the corniest folk songs of all time, eg, Where Have all the Flowers Gone, Puff the Magic Dragon, If I Had an Effing Hammer. We're talking Geneve Convention violations.

There was a bowl by the cash register that read TIPS FOR SINGER. I put a note in it, "Kill the wreath"

10:46 AM  
Blogger Esther Wilberforce-Packard said...

!!!!! Harrowing. Why does Good Earth want us to suffer so? Fiends.

11:51 AM  

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