The Testicles had to go...

I have been feng shuing today.  It used to be called 'having a clear out' but feng shuing sounds so much more sophisticated and can't be confused with expelling the contents of one's colon! 
I have decided it is no fun anymore to be attacked by the items in my kitchen cupboards.  Well perhaps a little fun is gained when a bag of crisps falls on my head, but it is less fun when a bag of flour hits me on the bonce.
Time to chuck out the ancient pasta and the heavy jar of pickles not to mention the packet of dried monkey testicles.  Yes no fun to be had with any of those items.
Yes, I certainly feel my mind is clearer now that certain items have been thrown, particularly the dried testicles (terrible flavour - perhaps the manufacturers should try flavouring them with cheese and onion!)

Time to submit a poem I think...