Why is it that no matter how full you are, that there's always room for Jello?
That is the question that people have pondered for generations. I decided to go on a quest to find the answer. I decided to walk from one end of the the nation to the other. What I found was that all across the nation, it's the Pepsi generation. I, personally, am a diet coke fan.
I stopped and asked an owl but all he kept saying was that it takes 3 bites to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop.
Not only was that NOT the quest I was on, but also, it isn't true. Even as he was saying it I knew he was in trouble because it's not nice to fool Mother Nature. I knew she was around somewhere because like a good neighbor, State Farm is there. She appeared out of nowhere and loudly demanded, "Please don't squeeze the Charmin!". I'm sure he was a nice owl but nothing comes between me and my Calvins....so I got out of there as quickly as possible.
As I continued on I came to a cute little house. Inside was a mom and her 2 children. She was cooking dinner and it smelled delicious. "Where's the Beef?", I asked. She informed me that she had planned on making 2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun, but then she changed her mind and made Rice-A-Roni, The San Francisco treat. I asked her what I could do to help. She said "Shake and Bake......and I helped!". It was so good that even her son liked it. Hey Mikey, He likes it! Unfortunately, afterwards I didn't feel very well. Luckily, Plop Plop Fizz Fizz, Oh what a relief it is. Surprisingly, even then....there was still room for Jello.
When it was time to go, I asked Calgon to take me away. The lady gave me a Coke and a smile and I was on my way again.
As I walked I stepped on something sticky. I was stuck on Band-Aid, cause Band-Aid's stuck on me. I felt rather silly but sometimes you feel like a nut.....sometimes you don't. As I was hopping up and down on one foot, trying to get the Band-Aid off, (which, by the way, should have been so easy that even a cave man could have done it), anyway, I accidentally bumped into a rabbit who was enjoying some peanut butter. It was Jif, to be specific. Choosy mothers choose Jif. The candy bar I was eating fell into his jar. "You got chocolate in my peanut butter!" he exclaimed. That, of course, was ridiculous. Anyone could tell that he had gotten peanut butter on my chocolate. "Silly Rabbit", I said. "Trix are for kids". But we tasted it and both of us exclaimed....."T-H-E-Y're GGGGGrrrrrrrrEAT!"
Then we danced in a ring around the collar because 4 out of 5 dentists recommend Crest. Alas, it was time to go. So I did.
I came across 2 men that were arguing. One was yelling, "It's my money! And I want it NOW!" There was no way I was going to get involved with this. So I kept going and going and going and going....
I know that the answer to my question is out there somewhere. I will find out. My quest will not be in vain. I will find out why there is always room for jello. But not today. But I'm done for today. I'm tired and You Deserve A Break Today....
(to be continued at another date...at another time...I'm not sure when.....but definitely to be continued....one day....probably soon.....but not tomorrow....and probably not before my next post....but it's coming...of that I am sure!)
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