However, I now realize where this crazy, irrational love comes from. Behold, Woody Allen in an eggplant costume!
OK, well, it's looks like Woody Allen, so that's what I'm going with. OK, fine, another thing is that I'm not even entirely sure that it's an eggplant, but I'm not really sure what other vegetable it would be, despite the fact that it's not purple. Maybe it's not ripe yet? Whatever, my way or the highway. I'm saying it's Woody Allen. I'm also saying that it's an eggplant. Because of that, I now have more of an understanding as to why I love eggplant so much, and nobody can take that away from me. You know, love for eggplant doesn't just happen randomly. There always is some strange reason as to why something like that occurs.
Case closed.
