I Made a Salad

I made a salad, and then I ate it. I made a salad and ate it, even though

I had no proper ingredients. All I had were household objects.

I had no ledduce, but I had some paper.

So I took the paper and colored it green

And I ripped it up so it resembled ledduce

And I bought some ledduce-scented perfume

From a STORE (I got their only bottle. Lucky.)

And I dumped the perfume on the paper, so it smelled authentic.

Then, I took the paper and put it in a bowl.

Now, I needed some carrots.

All I had were earplugs, made of foam.

Luckily, they were orange, and roughly carrot shaped, so I put them in.

Next, the bread. I like bread in salad. That crunchy stuff.

I didn't have any.

But I did have a bag of marbles.

I dumped in all of the marbles, even the big one.

Next, I found a red ping pong ball to be a tomato.

Then, I went outside, and pulled some grass out of my lawn

To give the salad an authentic, plantish taste.

And then, I needed dressing. Alas, this would be difficult.

I found some paint. It was white.

I put it in a bottle, and mixed in some clumps of congealed glue.

I shook the bottle violently, then dumped it on my salad.

Then, the party guests arrived, and I put the salad on a table.

They loved it. They asked for the recipe. I told them it was a family secret.

They went home, I suppose.

THEN I LOOKED AT MY CEILING AND IT WAS COVERED IN LADYBUGS.

THEN I LOOKED AT MY CEILING AND IT WAS COVERED IN LADYBUGS.

THEN I LOOKED AT MY CEILING AND IT WAS COVERED IN LADYBUGS.

They were bumping into the lightbulb, over and over again.

If I were to staple a picture of a lightbulb to the ceiling, would they still bump into it?