in what fuckin world do you order raspberry scones and get these wet monstrosities covered on every side w glop

am I in Annihilation

should I try to shave one w a knife until I find the next layer

or is it nothing but pink glop turtles all the way down

these look like the failed baked goods they put on tables at the front of grocery stores so that stoned people might buy them out of fear of going further into an unfamiliar place like the bakery section at the back

Steve’s number one sensory food aversion is gloppiness of any kind so I’m going to leave these on the counter and wait to hear a scream.

(This is NOT cruel he’s not going to open the package, it’s just the visual.)

Or I could go for a walk until I see a Trump/Pence sign and knock on the door and say “we’re new to the neighborhood! Just wanted to stop by! Enjoy these pink wets!” and then run.

What do I do w the pink wet things