2.7.26

No no no  Donsay tha

It’s not attractiv . .
. . It is not
             Anya treat me time an time again to tinned fish jellied meats
I do. Why I had to share.

Fish muck
           Really
Yeah.
        This guy’s got a spot I drop in on about different tinned fish, an influenc . .
. . Really

    Recommendations on tinned fish, Papa, are fewanfar between.
                                                                       So yeah, I listen, watch.

It was some kind of crab. I’ll explain you’ll understand why I could care less what crab.

Unlike you

Yes. I agree.

                     He opened the tin.

 

I said fish muck.

It looked like a rough day on the toilet.
Jaysus

    Don’t tell me. I saw you didn’t.

                                      Un.  Fucking.  Appealing.

He poured it, oozed it, onto a white plate, it was brownish, it spread.


He used the tines of a fork, dippedem in, Oh Well, here goes nothing.  And tasted it.


Said gritty. Said hard bits.

 

 

And

     Said no thank you, unceremoniously tossed the tin into the sink, rinsed it out, flipped it into the recycle, washing the plate with soap and sponge he turned on the garbage disposal.

 

Say no more

Said no more.  

1259,  Wednesday,  1  7. 26
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