After yesterday's tiger-blood fiasco, I thought it might be a good idea to bring things down a notch. Maybe light a campfire. Grab my trusty Uke.*
*That's slang for "Ukulele". Trust me. I'm a musician.**
** Never trust a musician.
Then I thought we'd play a little "Somewhere over the rainbow" and bask in the warm, fuzzy glow of some peace sign cakes. Can you dig it, man? Groovy.
Let's start by taking a nice deep breath. (Don't mind the smell; that's just my "glaucoma medication.") Deeper. Now... hold it in and look at this cake:
And we're breathing IN the good, and OUT the bad...
Oh. Never mind.