on water up the nose and a small matter of an apology

on the occasion of the the third of january, twenty twelve, i do heretofore present unto you a photo essay encompassing a small myriad of subjects.

ahem.

number one.

water up my nose.

number two.

the word hyperbolic.

number three.

a small matter of 100 comments.

the heroine of our photo essay, a lovely woman, name of kate.

today, kate argued with a khmer server over five hundred riel, or 12.5 cents, for which said woman was trying to overcharge kate and her friends for a coca cola.  

kate also purchased a chocolate bar, a fresh appearance at the local i love you mart, ripe for the picking and devouring.  our heroine could just imagine its velvety, smooth milk chocolate ripples cascading over her tastebuds, envisioning the luscious slab to encase the most delicious of smooth milk fillings which was heretofore promised on the external coverings.

to be frank, excitement was all encompassing.

the next moment, the anticipated chocolate was unearthed, quickly snapped into edible portion sizes and nibbled like a small school girl getting her first taste of tater tots with fry sauce in warmth of her elementary's cafeteria.

and so it was, that on this third day of january, twenty twelve, the bar of milky-filled chocolate was perhaps the farthest thing from chocolate, and was in fact nothing to be compared to tater tots with fry sauce, which are a divine deliverance, and from which we can only assume this chocolate was created by none other than clark w. griswold, in his office at the food manufacturing company he works for and produces such things as liquid-less milk and cereal.

to the point, chocolate it was not and excitement was ill-had.

and thusly did our heroine quickly jump to her saving grace of water to erase the taste of the tasteless brown wax, in hopes of quickly extinguishing all remembrances of things for which she was over the moon looking forward to just three minutes prior.

it was, the deep sip of regret.

regret was had not just for the bite of chocolate-imposter, but also for the too-quick-action of water reprieve for kate not only was unable to rid her tongue of wax-like remnants, but also did in fact, for good measure, receive a healthy dose of cold water up the nostrils.

in fact, water proves to be an ally of the brown wax, in torment.

though, we shan't despair, as our heroine was able to quickly capture, with a small amount of re-enactments by a screen-actors-guild-certified actress, the moments we've just discussed and share them with her companions of late, a certain husband and kentuckian friend.

our louisville lover was quite enthralled with the tale and accompanying art, while the hubs-villain did declare his complete lack of enjoyment for the tragedy.

to which kate did exclaim that such a photo essay and tragic tale would certainly claim one million notes, which led us down the dark path of a recurring disagreement:

is it hy-per-BO-lic or hy-PER-bo-lic?

as in, the number one million was simply hyperbolic, but the villain-topher did state that if the heroine could achieve such a rousing audience, he would reverse the chocolate spell by uttering the small words of apology for declaring the woeful tale not worthy of attention.

and so it was agreed that the tale would be spread far and wide and if it could pull the heartstrings of  just one hundred little comments, the husband-villain would be forced to amend and perhaps even atone for his chocolate and photo essay sins!

so i say unto you, dear readers of woe, can you leave a small token or word so that our antagonist shall be vanquished and our heroine shall rise once more?