I paid someone to call me fat and Japanese Jesus.

I like riding my bike because it affords me the opportunity to eat more.  Ever since my doctor looked at my chart and noted I weigh the most I ever had and said "You are starting to get to that age and need to more closely watch your weigh."  Yep, I just paid him to call me fat.  Regardless of the emotional trauma this caused me after rolling around for many hours this weekend I wanted a little reward.  I chose the bag of whatever it was because there was nothing I understood on the packaging that indicated what was inside.  What lured me to it was the box full which had a Japanese Samurai Jesus on the side.  Sold.  Turned out to be little rice clusters that tasted like your mouth tastes after you eat a bunch of CornNutz.

Had no idea what the drink was and there were no biblical images calling me to it other than the god of freaky drinks.  It was more a drood or drink/food.  The honey sweet green tea liquid had slime covered basil seeds.  Filtering the seeds out with your teeth was not an option due to their abundance.  The seeds could be swallowed while chugging or an attempt at chewing them could be made with a mouthful of the liquid.  Nothing like trying to chew your drink.