Last year I was dating a guy who invitedme up to his place in LA for the weekend. The first night he cooked a great meal, and asked if I like tongue (ahem, beef tongue).
Oh yeah, it's lovely - seriously, had it plenty of times.
I popped out to visit a friend who lived just down the street from him, and when I came back he proudly showed me the tongue we were having for dinner....it was still raw, looked like a tongue including the little dotty bits on it.
Needless to say I didn't eat it after he cooked it and gorged on zucchini and beer instead.
(Oh yeah, it's lovely - seriously, had it plenty of times.
I popped out to visit a friend who lived just down the street from him, and when I came back he proudly showed me the tongue we were having for dinner....it was still raw, looked like a tongue including the little dotty bits on it.
Needless to say I didn't eat it after he cooked it and gorged on zucchini and beer instead.
Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Thu 9 Oct 2003, 17:55,
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