I think my days are messed up. Blame the cramit brahooley. I had to share it with Dutch and his big fat tongue and that part wasn't entirely awesome but the rest was... holy! There are no words. No words.
I should probably just show you.
First, I crammed the brahooley into my face:
Ridiculously awesome. So I crammed some more. Nom Nom Nom. More. Nom Nom Nom. SO good. Like, better than bacon good.
When the brahooley was gone, I was sad. But I was also happy.
VERY happy. It was kinda weird.
Like, really bad. I mean like turn your eyeballs sideways kind of bad.
So I closed my sideways eyeball and slept. And slept. And slept. And dreamed about brahooley.
PS: Please don't tell Dutch his weirdo food pick tasted almost better than bacon.