i read this article and thought, yeah, little valerie just happened to find a joint in her parfait.  did anyone bother to ask if that was really oregano in valerie's bag?  and why she devoured three bags of cheeto's all on her own?

that's what's wrong with american journalism; nobody thinks to ask the obvious questions, to probe a little further into the matter, or to outright point the finger.  well, at least not when it comes to articles involving matters that i'm actually interested in, such as non-edible objects being found buried in food, or at least what they try to pass off as food.  what the hell is a parfait anyhow?

ah, screw it.  let's allow valerie "i have to many v's in my name" valle to get some minimum wage earning, greasy polo wearing kids in trouble just because she needed a hit to get through her family vacation.  as a wise man, or was it a monkey, once said, "that's what you get for falling in love."