If life were a grand buffet and all of us complimentary diners, what would we all eat, and why? This question, posed at it was mere seconds ago in my mind, has consumed me since to the point that I can barely stop reviewing the elementary calculus in my paper. Oh, what philosophers of old would have guzzled at the ice cream dispenser and who would have loitered at the salad bar, swapping anecdotes of their grand triumphs in pumpkin cultivation. It boggles the mind. Would Einstein have supped at the lemonade with Genghis Khan and made bad jokes about anchovies? We do not know, nor can we ever know, but perhaps we can credibly suspect that there would never be enough oranges and that the bananas would be a bit woody.
Looking to the figurative left and moving topic, I should be squeezing out a couple of movie reviews soon: 'The Hunt For Red October' and 'The Seven Per-Cent Solution', both of which are barmy in their own small way! In at least one of those reviews I shall be POSITIVE, thus alarming many people of my acquaintance. No responsibility is accepted for the consequences of any accidents that ensue.
Onto a more relevant topic we shall now move, which of course is chocolate biscuits and the optimal type. It has long been my contention that the best chocolate biscuit is the plain chocolate digestive, and that the best subset of that is the *****bury's own brand. Some doubters would perhaps espouse the bourbon however, which is an inexcusable error in judgement. Discuss below if you're any of the robo-readers who check out this blog looking for spam.
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