At the grocery store,
After meeting the meat manager.
I bought an avocado. It took a long time to find it.
Most of them were unripe.
This one? I had decided to eat the next day.
Then?
I forgot about its existence.
It sat on the windowsill. Who knows how long it was there. I suppose I could check my banking app. That would destroy the tension, spoil the mystery.
Tension? Mystery?
Avocado tension?
Guacamole Mystery?
This sounds like a wrestling duo… Avocado Tension and The Guacamole Mystery.
It’s really alludes to the ancient question of:
How long do you age an avocado?
This is mysterious.
I’m always fearful when approaching an avocado. The risk? Avodisapointo - avocados of disappointment.
The reward? Avodelight!
For years I’ve been Avo-avoidant.
The pain!
Oh the pain of an avocado gone wrong!
Unspeakable!
(as such let me grunt the disappointment for you)
unnghhhh snooofff sneee gahhhh glahh ggggaaaa!
Thus and thereby sprach the grunts that unwind the stool of disappointment.
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Stool of disappointment?
Sorry, Sp…
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