Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for May 30, 2023

the answer is always: Pizza.

It’s called ice-cream.

I don’t waste time staring- I know the answers!

It’s called wine or beer – just booze to Aunty.

You’ll have to look elsewhere for your sensei.

Ice cream mochi balls. They are the answer. Unless the Answer is 42. (Don’t panic!)

Is that what you call food for thought, Aunty?

When I do that, I’m trying to remember why I opened it.

My wife is both a nurse in one church and a deacon in another. The top shelf of our refrigerator looks like: cottage cheese, flu shots and consecrated wine.

Now you know how men feel when searching for the mustard.

Aunty, why are you looking for answers, when you haven’t even figured out what the questions are?

I look for things I can’t find.

The “hunter/gatherer” once again.

If you eat it, they will come…

I watched 2 tv programs this morning, before I realized I was staring at the microwave. That explains why there was no sound.

Staring into the abyss of the fridge is definitely a thing…

The questions being 1) Why is there no food in here 2) What happened to my box of wine?

i spend a lot of time staring into the refrigerator, looking for what my wife told me to get…

If you’re looking for vodka check the freezer.

The real question is: What’s for dinner/snack?

You will often find En*Light*enment in your fridge.