Properly Toasted

Just right. Nicely browned, slightly darker at the edges. Buttered, that’s me. Been eating those lovely little roasted coffee beans covered in chocolate. Keeps me zipping along. Add to that a half a bottle of wine, a couple cigarettes, and a bowl of weed, and I’m buzzing like a bumble bee, blundering through the grass to find my little hole, where I do whatever it is that bumble bees do in their little holes in the ground. I don’t want to know. I wonder what the bumble bee-equivalent of toast is.
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