I live in a neighborhood where there are a lot of rabbits. To say they are plentiful is an understatement. I've always wanted to nab one out of the yard and cook it up, but I'd stop myself. "It doesn't taste good," I would say, say to myself, internally. "If it tasted good people would be constantly catching these motherfuckers, cooking them up, and wearing rabbit fur dusters when they go down to the grocery store." I psyched myself out repeatedly, until one day, I was in a small restaurant, and they were serving rabbit. Those motherfuckers were serving them.
I ordered the rabbit, and it was delicious (I am a living example of dianetics). To say that rabbit tastes like chicken is like saying pork tastes like chicken. It's lean meat, it has a subtle, biding flavor, and when I ate up the first rabbit, I gnawed the remains until other diners stopped eavesdropping. Every last bit of it was delicious. (I was getting ready to pick up and get out, to leave, but I really felt attached.) I ordered more.
The details are best left unspoken, but two days ago, I acquired one local rabbit. I'm cooking the bulk of it for dinner tonight, but as a sneak preview, I removed the heart, kidneys, and liver to cook separately.
have you heard the robin williams bit? where he talks abou ta stealth bomber costing one billion dollars? cant be seen cant be detected, so why do we need one? so let's stage a big explosion out in siberia, and the russians will be like 'shit we gotta get one of those too' and pretty soon they're spending all this money. so let's build a stealth army a stealth navy a whole fleet of stealth military.
what the heck! how is that different than poltics arguments in the tv?
videomedias are the cocain of the 80s
in a few couple of days i'll be in a suit for two weeks
'he who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity'hey bible! bible! what a weird thing to say, weirdo
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