shingles

I’ve often wondered how a person found himself pulling off one of its hard outer shingles, then, gazing at it, said, “Hmmmm, now this looks tasty.” After chomping down on the inedible thing, he did it again. Then again. And again. Until finally he came to a fuzzy inner core that tastes a little like a broom.

Undeterred, he ultimately got to the heart. But even that would have been awful. Have you ever tasted the heart of an artichoke raw? No. You haven’t. It is always steamed or boiled or, if you are at an Italian restaurant, stuffed beyond recognition. Nobody would ever eat a raw artichoke a second time.

But nobody would eat worms to improve one’s bowels. And nobody would think about the financial benefit of increased sex. Except that, somebody did.

Just like somebody ate an artichoke. After thinking about it a long time, I’ve decided that that guy must have gotten a grant.