Jelly beans are evil. This is a well known fact. Several weeks ago, we received 12 litres of jelly beans as as result of buying lots of paint during our renovation phase. We gave quite a few away, but still had one unopened tin. I had been ignoring it extremely well until I was trying to study today. Every time I began to immerse myself in governance theory and legal frameworks, I'd hear a small voice emanating from the jelly bean tin. For some strange reason it had a Mexican accent. "Go on - just one leetle handful won't do you any harm," it whispered. Eventually I had a handful just to shut it up. But for some reason, my random handful only had red and yellow jellybeans in it. And because of the Law of Jellybeans, I couldn't swap any of them for any other colours. So I had to eat them all and then get another handful. And that one had a greater variety of colours, but no purple ones. "Go on, you need a purple one," the little Mexican jelly bean voice urged me. And so it went. Now I am sitting here on the verge of a diabetic coma, hallucinating from excessive intake of artificial colours and feeling the urge to make a tiny jelly-bean sized sombrero and poncho.
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