tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90415061443142465792011-08-30T08:53:38.027-07:00short stories and whatnot from your everyday faceless massesPapier Mâchénoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041506144314246579.post-74249585329845478142010-12-02T03:05:00.000-08:002010-12-08T23:22:57.856-08:00Good afternoon everyone!<br /><br />Well, living in this world isn't easy for a vegetable. Little kids hate me, adults want to eat me..what could possible get worse?<br /><br />Hmmmm...Try, people everywhere screaming in my face when I try to strike up a friendly conversation? Or the living quarters designated for vegetables! A couple dozen of us, fighting for space over one another in that hell of a rectangle box. Not to mention the annoying neighbours!<br />Carrots - Gossip mongers. Will probably never stop yakking.<br />Lettuce - Musicians. Noisy as hell.<br />Peppers - Red, yellow, green, they're really no different you know. They're egomaniacs.<br />Cauliflowers - They're kinda like cheerleaders you know. Popular but kind of dumb sometimes.<br />Louts Roots - Asians.<br />Herbs and Spices - Generally nice, classy folks. They're really rich too you know. Living on the other side of town in high rise apartments.<br /><br />You can probably guess by now why I chose to leave my hometown and move to the big city. Its not easy though I have to say. I'm an illegal immigrant and I always hide in the day or these annoying humans with name tags will deport me back to the hell hole I came from. Its not like I didn't try pleading. Gerard -at least that's what the name tag said- screamed and dropped me when I told him I can't go back. Coward.<br /><br />Oh and I probably didn't mention this, I'm a potato.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9041506144314246579-7424958532984547814?l=papier-mache.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Papier Mâchénoreply@blogger.com0