December 22nd, 2007

run the fuck away


This evening, I awoke millions of living organisms and trapped their bodily waste in a polysaccheride matrix. I am now going to kill every last one of them, now that my need for them has passed. I will roast them alive in a searing 350º degree heat, the poor bastards.


(I'm baking bread.)
run the fuck away

Get Baked

I has freshly baked bread. You do not. I win.

Also, later this week, I am going to make what I think should be called Yankee Stew (I imagine that name is already taken by something vile). It's going to involve venison, wild rice, cranberries and apple cider. It will, I imagine, be delicious.