Portnoy had no idea what to do. In a night rife with
meandering laughter and
root boozles, things had all gotten a little
blurry and now he wasn't sure what he had done last night.
He ran into
Rosebud The Basselope on his way to the boarding house. Rosebud asked if he'd like to join him for a
pop tart, and Portnoy said no. Something about the state he was in
made him uncomfortable. Normally he wouldn't turn down a pop tart, I mean... who would, right?
However... "Today
is different." Portnoy thought to himself. "Today was just not the day for
prepackaged pastries."
love me like the pastry i am ackthppfth
Then it all
came back to him.