Poison Ivy-- I haz it. I has it in places that I'm not sure how I gots it there. I itch everywhere. Gah... and I still have three trees to clear off!
I was at work today, working away, when The Other Rod -- Not To Be Confused With Former Group Leader Rod-- called me over. He told me he'd cooked some possum, and asked me if I wanted some. I said, "Seriously? That's possum?"
He insisted that it was. I tried a little piece and said, "Possum tastes a lot like beef."
He kept saying it was possum, but later on, I heard him tell a couple of other people that it was wild hog. Since I've never had either, I couldn't tell you what it was.
He said he's going to bring some more tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm going to go itch.
And itch.
And itch...
2 comments:
Tuesdays are usually good for me. Don't think I'd want any possum - no matter what day of the week.
It wasn't really possum. It was wild hog. I didn't like it, but that may have been all the bell pepper they'd put on it.
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