There's gonna be a lot of words and Tabasco-based recipes. If you can't keep up, get out!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
i scream!
i'm not going to complain about my job anymore. because if i complain, then it means i care. and i do not care for these light traffickers. or spoons: the things between the ice cream and your tongue.
just cut out the middle man. lick that ice cream. don't let the cold metal affect the taste.
I've eaten squirrel.
I had a pet crawfish who ran away from home when I was six, hence my abandonment issues.
And if you're thinking I was raised in the boonies, you're almost right...my house is between a lagoon and a bayou.