Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for October 05, 2014

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Friends, ladies, roommates. I have discovered a container behind the couch. The top is firmly locked, but it is not factory sealed. It could be empty. It could be a substance that does not easily rot. It could contain some file substance of unspecific dairy origin. As the owner is unknown, I've placed it among four other containers, all of which hold only water. We will take turns opening containers over the sink. Let the chips fall where they may. I'll go first. Click What do you call this anyway? Roulette de bachelorette. Holy mother of Christ, yogurt! All is lost.