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I named him Bob.


Smile!
It gives a sweet taste to the flesh.

Pig roast.
Beer, wine, fizzy drinks, chips and beens and crunchy skin and tender bits of meat ripped off the bone by children's sticky hands.
Drunken boys and underage girls ; video games and ice cream parlors; guests yap-yapping away behind the bushes' hideaway ; the usual - blaseitude comes easily to tiredness and words.
Meat-eaters ; gotta love us.


4 comments:

Emilio said...

je me fais définitivement végétarien

Anonymous said...

Il est cacher, au moins ?

Anonymous said...

argh! Il m'a fait peur le vilain!

lou said...

:s yum.

i see no mention of dripping blood over spitting embers - shame, it might have added a little drama to this tragecally commonplace event :P