Capish? I just micro-burned a sausage and some sour cabbage-potato mash in Natash's home. And ate it, too.
It's good to eat, it's good to walk, it's good to... everything. It's good to feel alive. I should do it more often. Without sausages, though. I only manage three or four times in a year to forget from what they are made (answer: like hot dogs, these sausages are made from all the leftovers that can not be used otherwise, ground to a paste and packed. In the sausage.)
But... sausage is a sausage sometimes, even according to Freud.
Post je objavljen 09.02.2008. u 18:52 sati.