Ford!
Uh...
Filbert!
Frankenstein!
Okay, I was stretching it with those last two.
"Last two?" says my inner heckler.
My mind is clogged and can't think of any more boy names that start with the letter F.
Fred!
There, just thought of another. Bitch and ye shall receive.
During lunch I played the Twist-The-Stem-Off-The-Apple game - the game where each twist is a letter of the alphabet, and the letter you say when the stem snaps off represents the first letter of a boy's name who... um...
... is thinking of you?
... secretly has a crush on you?
... luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuves you?
I don't remember the exact level of affection the magical stem foretells, but the twisting game is still a habit I fall into now and again.
Sorry boys, but if your first name is near the end of the alphabet you are so screwed. Poor William. Poor Zachary. They only get to like/crush/luuuuuve the girls that have mutant apples for lunch, mutant apples with stems that have the fortitude of a bungee cord.
Nowadays I just twist and say the alphabet and then amuse myself with whatever letter I come up with. (Fabio!) When I was much younger, however, if there was a letter I wanted the apple stem to "magically" break off at, I'd have to be careful. If I wanted to get to a letter near the middle of the alphabet I had to employ the tiniest of quarter twists.
"Jayyyyyy..."
"Kayyyyyyy..."
"Ell-"
*snap*
"Poop!"
Yes, I'm sure I said poop back then because I was young and innocent and didn't know "Shit!" or even "Crap!" was so much more satisfying to say. Now, of course, I am old and corrupted and savor a good curse like a Pillsbury crescent roll fresh out of the oven
Today's apple was delicious, much like a Pillsbury crescent roll would be but I don't have any so why did I have to go thinking about yummy crescent flakiness because now I'm hungry again and I didn't bring another apple... crap!
So yes, the apple was delicious, if not fulfilling, but who is this F fella and does this crush of his involve buying me
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