That’s the thing about ham, it demands to be eaten.
My thoughts are hams I cannot fathom into sandwiches
I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of eating ham.
‘It’s a metaphor, see: You put the ham right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to be delicious.’
“And in that moment, I swear we are ham.”
Wait. Wrong book.
Q:I can not do anything about your poor taste in this blog so I wont do anything yet. Bacon is from dying pigs that cry when hung upside down, I want to see the same thing happen to you. //Angrysson
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