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Bone Apple Tea

I have been horrifically inspired; I take full credit and no responsibility for what I say next.

You know how people purposefully mispronounce Bon apatite as bone apple tea? Here me out.

If you were to actually make it, how would you? How do you think it would taste? I have just spent the past half hour thinking about this, and now you will too.

I think I've thought up two generic ways to make it.

Number one. Boil apple peels, and bones in water. I'd do peels because it's the easiest part to boil, and this is tea, not apple juice, so the flesh isn't an option. Also, we're staying away from the core because I'd rather not poison anyone. As for the bones, I'd just buy fried chicken or turkey and take the bones out and use those. Not only because it's precooked, and again, we're avoiding making people sick, but also because the fat, thus the flavor has been cooked into the bones.

Number two. The Poorman's version. Boil equal parts broth, apple juice, and water. Fun fact! People often times boil bones to make broth, so I think this is a proper substitute. I'd again use either chicken or turkey broth for this, not only are these probably cheaper, but I think the flavors would mesh well, or as well as they can. I think the apple juice is self-explanatory, and although I'd aim for 100%, if watered down is cheaper, then by all means use it. I'd just be impressed someone would try this.

I honestly think I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't get this down. If any of you masochists are brave enough to try this, let me know how it turns out! Bon apatite!

"Please! Don't leave me again!"

"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"

The kidneys connected to the egg bone.

The egg bones connected to the flip phone.

The flip phones connected to the trombone.

The trombones connected to the mouth stones.

The mouth stones connected to the red cloak.

The red cloaks connected to the leg room.

The leg rooms connected to the lawsuit.

The lawsuits connected to the bomb soot.

The bomb soots connected to the *shoots gun twice*

And these are the months of the year!

*claps hands twice like in if you're happy and you know it*

So, yesterday was interesting.

I woke up around one, as one does, and had to babysit some little kids. They were adorable, and absolute sweethearts, so that was fun.

Afterwards, my mother and sisters and I went to the store. As me and my sisters were walking past the cloths section, a boy walked by, and for some stupid reason, I audibly said, "Cute." Like what??? What is wrong with me??? Why would I say that???

Luckly for the most part it was under my breath, and the only person who could have heard me was my little sister, who second before that had pointed out a shirt that she liked. So, if she somehow heard me, she probably thought I was talking about some of the cloths we past.

Later during the trip, and somehow way less embarrassingly, I ended up shaking with laughter in the middle of the aisle. We were looking for an Asian sauce for a recipe my older sister was planning, and we had already gone back and forth trying to find other ingredients, and someone suggested looking back over by the ramen and rice even though the sauces were kept in a different aisle. Thankfully we found it there, so we didn't have to keep running around, and my little sister said, "Good thing they're racist."

I don't know why I found that so funny, but I ended up on the floor laughing in public, so, ya.

We went home and I sat in my room reading all night. It's like 7:15 right now, so I should probably get some sleep.

My beanbag was bleeding out all over, so now I'm just sitting here, on the floor, sewing up a beanbag, while reading.

Just got back from the void. I got you a rock.

Conversation I just overheard my siblings having in the living room:

Older sister: The police are after me!

Older brother: Are you a taxi driver?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Why are they after you?

Older sister: I was speeding!

Older brother: Is there a child in your car!?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Pull over!

Older sister: No way!

I've had more strawberry lemonade in the past few days than I've ever had in my entire life, and honestly, I think I have a new favorite drink.

Shoot the messenger, send a message.

My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.