To Wesley, that sad allegient to his anctient religion of Citrufarianism, I say, "There are none so blind as those who will not not eat Key Lime pie."and,"If thine pie offends thee, chuck it out."
As for your accusation that I am a bodhran player, it is a badge I wear proudly...or at least I don't cover it up with more than two layers of black gaffers tape.
We were INDEED in Key West. Our navigator did the navigation, and I trust her like the back of my hand. The pleasently scented breezes blowning past the garbage dumps and chemical factories certainly add to the flavor of the island.
As to the pie itself: It was a visually perfect pie with the merangue lightly browned, and the tomato sauce on top of it was gayly* festooned with tropical pepperonni, island mushrooms and key lime mozarella.
My friends all told me that I was a brave boy for trying it in spite of my past experiences. I blame the French.
You, sirrah, are a deluded husk of a man. If my pity wasn't shot off in the war, I would pity you.
Key Lime Pie is just nasty. This is a proven scientific fact, not opinion. Praise FSM.



*That's how I knew it was Key West.