I don't know why I did that, up there. I suspect it's the Tramodol talking. Or Photoshopping. Or maybe it's the half-pan of accidentally jumbo multi-grain non-Rice Krispies that I already regret scarfing. Or something.
I'm not sure. Painkillers do weird things to me.
But look! I looked at my toe bones and found boobs, llamas, and Smurf hats. At least something good came from this travesty.