It began as a Sunday morning. Like all Sundays, Kathy goes to temple. Like all Sundays, Kathy is a vegetarian. When time came for breakfast, Kathy grabbed some toast from her toaster oven and opened the fridge to grab her jar of chunky peanut butter.
Amid her action of reaching towards the peanut butter jar, a white cap caught her eye.
"Oh yeah, the strawberry jam I used to make ------- for that one time..."
Hey. it tasted good with the strawberries, jam can't be that bad.
Yes it can. Yes it is. Jam is that bad.
Ignoring the signals of impending doom, Kathy took out the jar of strawberry jam from the fridge as well.
Kathy Truong couldn't remember why it was that she didn't like jam. She spread the strawberry jam on a small corner of her toast, and took a bite; instantly regretting her curious memory and once again, forever banishing jam back to the recluse corner of her refrigerator.
"BLAAAARGG."
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It's not human to eat something so sweet so early in the morning =x=;; (<--hypocrite, eats chocolate + candies & other sweeter things in the morning)
Moral: JAM IS BAD.
no jaykay, don't hate on me jam lovers D8
