You know what I'm talking about, right? Jesus' face on a grilled cheese sandwich. Or the Virgin Mary Cheeto. Or a Jay Leno potato.
They sell them on ebay. Or sometimes, if it's a weeping Virgin in a concrete viaduct in central Guatemala, believers bring the infirm to be blessed.
Well, I had a Siamese red seedless grape on Thursday morning. (Or maybe the politically correct term is "conjoined?") I was in my car, on the way to work, and there it was. Two grapes, grown together. Kind of looked like butt cheeks. Or boobs.
The thought of making millions via The National Enquirer crossed my mind.
And then I ate it. (See yesterday's post.)
1 comment:
Laughing out loud at this. You're hilarious! -amber
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