I don't pay a LOT of attention to stuff.
Sometimes it takes me a while to notice things that everybody else spotted ages ago.
(Did you know there are DRUG references in Scooby Doo!? I know! Crazy, right!?)
So it wasn't terribly surprising that the bag of flour The Missus sent me to fetch sat on the counter for a couple of days before I finally took a good look at it.
Went to the store with a list. Came back with everything on it.
Including this bag of flour. Yessir. Right there.
My work here is done.
Bag of flour. Right where I left it.
Everything still A-OK with The Universe.
Yessir. That sure is a bag of flour all ri---WHAT THE SHIT?!
SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK!
THAT'S A GODDAMN BABY WITH A GODDAMN KNIFE!!
Look, I'm not entirely sure how flour is made -- I have a vague notion there's a fair amount of sifting involved -- but I'm almost 100% certain that it isn't made by buttery cherubs carving up phone books with hunting knives!
"Heckers: Tastes so good, you'll swear it was dangerously manufactured by children!"
Pretty sure it was Henry Ford who said that.
Till next we meet ...