Pick Your Poison, Wednesday
Apr. 1st, 2026 12:51 pmThe phone was ringing off the hook today, but the conversations were more and more confusing.
"Is my refrigerator running?" he repeated. "What fridge? Do you mean the one in my Grove or the one here in the shop? Hello?"
"Do I have Prince Albert in a can? What's that? Is that some kind of body wash? Hello? Hello?"
"You're looking for...you said his first name was Ollie? Last name Tabooger? Excuse me, is there a Mr. Tabooger in the store? Mr. Tabooger? No, I don't think that there's anyone here by this name. Have you tried--hello?"
This is what happens when you were raised in a forest with a coven that pretty universally hated April Fools. You spent the whole day bewildered.
"Is my refrigerator running?" he repeated. "What fridge? Do you mean the one in my Grove or the one here in the shop? Hello?"
"Do I have Prince Albert in a can? What's that? Is that some kind of body wash? Hello? Hello?"
"You're looking for...you said his first name was Ollie? Last name Tabooger? Excuse me, is there a Mr. Tabooger in the store? Mr. Tabooger? No, I don't think that there's anyone here by this name. Have you tried--hello?"
This is what happens when you were raised in a forest with a coven that pretty universally hated April Fools. You spent the whole day bewildered.