Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for January 05, 2020

Bath tub of lime jello, and an EEG monitor. Yeah, that was the life of the party…

“Mind forged manacles”. I like that one; I’ll have to remember it.

London BY WILLIAM BLAKE

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,

Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear,

In every voice: in every ban,

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

I’m sorry, but cheese is not a liquid – and anything with that vile melted orange plastic goop is not nachos!

Kinky.

I always found it easier to pig out in front of others than to dance in front of others. After all, you get no points for style in eating.