Brewing potions (making a smoothie) in my evil cauldron (blender). My potion is nearly complete, nearly perfect (up to my dad's standards). I approach my ingredient repository (pantry) and reach for the elixir of the gods (vanilla extract). I don't have much. Ancient civilizations (the internet) have warned me not to succumb to my hubris when working with such a powerful liquid.
But I am not strong.
My smoothie tastes very strongly like, as the old texts might say, the Pillsbury dough boy's butthole.










