that was utterly gruesome!
thanks, but no thanks!!

that was utterly gruesome!
thanks, but no thanks!!

I was eating my lunch when I started reading, thank you very much. I skipped most of the gore—I’m too hungry to skip my PB sandwhich.

yes, hi. i’m never coming over to your house for dinner. you haven’t asked me mind you (and by the by, what up with that?) but after reading this even if you were to ask me, i’d totally say “No way, man!” or maybe I’d substitute the man with dude. but no matter. i ain’t coming.
over.
yeah.

I like putting the guts and eyeballs in a blender and whipping the mixture real good and then slurping it down. Yum. Wash it down with some nice puddle water.

i feel like i should be more grossed out than i am. but i’m reading a book about war, and things in there are so much worse than things with fish. appetizing it is not, but whatever, it’s a fish for crying out loud.
and i hope writing it got that particular bee out of your bonnet.
