gaza

So it's after christmas and I'm surely depressed about having to slaughter Bacca for the holiday dinner. I know I shouldn't become attached to the lush wool and cherishable dingleberries, so please don't state the obvious. I'm sorry. I just didn't protect myself this time. you know when you think you are at the top of your game and then suddenly someone, or something, comes along and catches you by surprise? well, consider my chops medium rare. I can't really talk to my family about it, not noly since they consumed my feta love with the fervor of an irai at burger king, but Greeks just don't like to openly admit to their rampant obsession with herded animals and cliff fucking. I spoke of it once to my mom. She stayed in Greece for 5 months before coming home. Those were the worst days of hot dog slinging for me. Do I move past this ancient inbred obsession or do I buck up in hopes of bettering my culture and aim next for a bearded clam? Any advice would be much appreciated.

I hope someone has a good new years. Mine is going to be spent eating lobster tail. AND NO - NONE OF THAT YOU SICKO!