harrowing - and typically steep - the season. make mine soy
Oh, how I fear the turducken. Deeply, deeply fear it. And yet, I know, one day, someone somewhere sometime will offer me turducken and I will accept it gratefully. And I will eat it. And then I will feel ill. And so it is. And will be. Miss you. Check out my blog. I updated it and crap.
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