Of relevance, kind sir. Not exactly what I meant, but a little.
You are probably sick of hearing this from me, but you are a genious for a 16yrld kid.
"Crunchy, rubbery and bitter, why did my dad just eat a leaf?"
Okay, I supose that won't go down in history, but it does point out that my dad just ate a leaf off the little bonsai tree he has. Totally random. Just downright weird.
Only now I'm tempted to try it, just as I'm curious...
I ate a flower for that reason. I felt bad afterwards because it was really pretty.
Like was when I was a lot younger in primary school, one of the big kids was handing out flowers and he gave me one.
As much as I hate flowers for their dust-collecting, supposed-to-be gravestone dwelling properties, I liked it. So I hid it so nobody could take it from me.
At the end of grade six I pulled a lump of mush out of my schoolbag and cried because I hurt the pretty flower.
And that is my whole life story. :lol:

