Eat My Dust
When my friend Melissa informed me that she knew of a gas station that sold edible dirt, I thought she was kidding. Or mistaken. Tobacco can look like dirt. Funky candy can look like dirt. And besides, who would EAT dirt?
But she proved it's existence by mailing me some dirt to dine on at my leisure. I laughed when I got it, because it does sort of look like a bag of chalk - or crack rock (and of course, I rarely get either in the mail). I also noticed on the back, in fine print, it states, "Not recommended for consumption." I guess the people that buy the "Best White Dirt" don't know the definition of consumption. Or they just don't care.
But she proved it's existence by mailing me some dirt to dine on at my leisure. I laughed when I got it, because it does sort of look like a bag of chalk - or crack rock (and of course, I rarely get either in the mail). I also noticed on the back, in fine print, it states, "Not recommended for consumption." I guess the people that buy the "Best White Dirt" don't know the definition of consumption. Or they just don't care.
