I really don't know why my imagination feels the need to fill in words for me.

[valis2]

Once a month the apartment complex sends propaganda to us in the form of a "newsletter", filled to the brim with whatever holiday is nearest or a holiday they've conveniently invented for the occasion. Said newsletter generally includes "side-splitting" quotes from various sources, unusual traditions (by unusual they, of course, mean (gasp) non-American), and, because apparently they are subsidized directly by Jerry Bruckheimer, small blurbs about upcoming movies. I believe that it is the sort of newsletter that is printed directly in the seventh circle of Hell and then shopped out to many different apartment management companies, who slap their logo and a bit of their own content on the first page, and then continue their business of sacrificing pigeons to lure new victims into their web or whatever it is they do during office hours.

(Elaborate set-up for rather pedestrian punchline.)

I was thumbing through this month's newsletter just to be certain that there were no new by-laws mentioning "If your payment is received past its due date it is considered 'late', and we will taint your water supply in a rather unspeakable manner" or anything else of note, when my brain changed the headline of one of the inane recipes occasionally included for the unwary from "Delicious Tropical Dessert" to "Delicious Topical Dessert".

Immediately my brain was simply inundated with ideas for sugary treats that can be applied directly to the skin.

Comments

[valis2.livejournal.com]

lol...yes, I have a feeling that he would rise to the occasion.

[logospilgrim.livejournal.com]

Of course, I meant he would be interested in a scientific sort of way.

*just realized that this could be interpreted in a different context!!*

;-)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Hee! Oh yes, very detached and clinical in his observation of spun sugar melting against...oh, never mind.