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Yesterday, in honor of the Ogre's departure, there was cake at work. I can't eat much cake, I did have a couple of bites, but then he brought me the black bow-tie that had been on the top of it. It was about the size of a real bow-tie, made of black fondant. And I ate it. All of it. I took hours to do it, and still didn't feel very well, but, you know, he had given it to me, so I ate it. I ended up with a black tongue. When I flossed my teeth last night I turned the floss baby blue.
Now, I'm not going to take a picture of today's results, but if you've got a brain like a five-year-old, as I have, and would like to know the results the next day after eating a whole black fondant bow-tie, I will tell you My poops are GREEN! Not a murky brown-green like after eating a lot of veggies, no; a vibrant, dark emerald, and changing the color of the water in the toilet bowl. I'm the effing Wizard of Oz!
Now, I'm not going to take a picture of today's results, but if you've got a brain like a five-year-old, as I have, and would like to know the results the next day after eating a whole black fondant bow-tie, I will tell you My poops are GREEN! Not a murky brown-green like after eating a lot of veggies, no; a vibrant, dark emerald, and changing the color of the water in the toilet bowl. I'm the effing Wizard of Oz!
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