I woke up wondering what pie flavor I am. I dropped everything to find the answer, including a tub of Cool Whip and a fresh berry onto my pillow.
My wife failed to leave a note alerting me as to my flavor and the Al Jazeera news was remarkably devoid of filling reportage, so I turned to a questionnaire I uncovered on the Internet. With expectations high and fork ready for action (although for what I don't know), I awaited the results.
Now, back to bed so I can wonder what kind of a la mode I am. I'm dreaming of drippy.