Reg is bad for the Environment

Earlier this evening, a traveling telemarketer arrived at Reg's house to deliver a crate of prune mush. Apparently Reg is off his meds, for in typical heteronormative fashion, he refused to pay for the delicate jars of goodness and told the activist to go away. The poor telemarketer was reduced to tears when his threats to file a human rights complaint against Reg failed to produce any cash. Thankfully, this telemarketer was trained at the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence.

Reg was presented with a recipe book for molded salads containing prune mush. 250 pages of glossy food porn and it came with the crate! The victimized activist also promised to throw in a few sheets of three-ply.

"Yum Yum," said Reg. "I want some."

This is a picture of what Reg had for dinner tonight. For dessert: a jar of prune mush and three squares of one-ply.



I, Lisa, multicultural resident of Mitchieville and London, and proud founding member of *BITCH*, remind you to vote for me in the next Culinary Smackdown, coming soon.