Hey everyone, how was your weekend? Mine was good for various reasons, including but by no means limited to my ingestion of Mexican themed mastication products of various bean-esque natures. I like to think of the digestion process as a dialog between the food we eat and our digestive system, beginning with taste and ending in the bi-product we all love the most: poop.
This was last nights dialogue
“Hello Chicken Nachos”
“Hello tongue, I see the taste buds are on top again”
“Yes, they’re very clingy’
“You don’t seam poisonous, let me roll you into a ball and shove you down the oesophagus”
“Welcome to Che Stomach. My name is Pepsin, I’ll be your digestive enzyme for the evening”
“Can I get a wine list”
“He doesn’t drink”
“How about a menu?”
“Sure, would you like to hear the specials”
“Tonight we have digested Chicken Nacho on a bed of stomach acid”
“Really, I think not”
And from then on, the two have been duelling, and each time they clash I’m the collateral damage, totally un-cool.