Meal for my enemy

Journal Blog Entry

I would begin the meal for my enemy by buying a twelve pack of Bud Light bottles. I would have to drink them all getting ready for the feast with my enemy. After the beer is all gone and I would be drunk and ready to kill, I would take and wrap up all the bottles in a towel and I would crush all the bottles up, until they became a fine powder.
Than I would prepare the next part by finding a dead carcass that sat in the hot sun for days. After I felt that the meat is ready to be turned into ground meat, I would take my finely grounded glass and mix it with the ripe meat. Afterwards I would soak it in antifreeze for a few days. Maybe I will throw a dash of gunpowder in there to make him a little nutty.
But no meatloaf would be complete without poisonous mushrooms and I would have to scout the land for the most poisonous of all mushrooms. This here is a dish I like to call meatloaf for a “friend”.
Of course I have to make it smell delicious, which I would make sure and season the meatloaf well. On the side, I would prepare him a cyanide laced milkshake made out of ten day old goats milk ( because goat milk is pretty gross on it‘s own).
I would have the meal laid out on the dining table and ready for my guest.
I like people to be in charge of their own fate and I would give even my enemy the option to choose righteously.
When he walks into the dining room, he would be tempted by the delicious smells, but I would tell him,” please do not eat this food. It is my children’s meal. I have nothing else to feed my family. If you eat it my family will starve.” And I would walk out of the room for my enemy to make the decision.