Basically just wanted to throw up an entry, to get the ball rolling again. Not going to talk about my harrowing experience. We had to eat Davih. My god, he was tender. I Ziploc-ed a few leftover shanks. He would have wanted it that way. Well, he wanted to be cremated, but a BBQ is like practically the same thing, right?
RIP Davih Cassidy, you delicious bastard.
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welcome back! I hope you made good use of the magic keyring while I was away.
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