Hold the Onions

I'm not too picky of an eater, although there are a few common tastes and textures that I don't get down with. I say no to most sweets, licorice, gum drops, and only select types of chocolate will be lucky enough to get kissed by my sexy smackers.

I am only reserved to a few types of vegetables. For the most part I will eat/drink anything you tell me won't kill me (and some things that will).
I'll have nothing to do with mushrooms no matter how you heat em. Onions can be tolerated if they are in soup or used for flavoring somehow. But mushrooms, fuck that!

Well, this morning when I woke up and went to have my usual 8am coffee and eggs (scrambled with cheese please) with my old Vietnam Veteran jungle buddy Joe Gummo at our local VFW Denny's, I began to remember my dreams from the night of sleep prior to this coffee talk.

I remembered dreaming about going to a sound studio in a tall building and watching a local band practice. The band was not so good. First of all their only instrument was a guitar which they passed in a circle and they were so lazy that they didn't even stand while performing.

While there I rearranged someones doll house while sitting outside next to a tree. This doll house seemed to be an antique toy of some kind. It was all wooden and there were farm animals included in the set. I don't think most kids give a darn about wooden toys or stupid dummy head farm animals these days.

At the end of the dream or what I remember as being the end I had asked the back up guitarist if there was anything to eat because my belly was a rumblin' and all he had to offer was some chocolate covered onions. I had never tried this style of onions before but since I can tolerate the funky little tear jerkers in some circumstances I figured that I would at least give these a try.

Not bad. I'm just happy that my only option wasn't stupid fucking mushrooms!

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