My first visit to Sprouts Farmers Market
Well, I didn’t get a pony.

Well, I didn’t get a pony.

I must fulfill my moral obligations.

Holy mother of sugarcane!

It could have been beautiful.

If James Bond baked a pie…

If I were a rich man….

Flakey and flavorful, like a Ritz Cracker.

A bicycle built for two. Or one.

Watch out for the “snack dandruff.”

Does this pie taste like soap?