post-BBQ

I came back from the Sperwerschloss after a marvelous barbecue to which everyone but yours truly contributed something culinary. I ate and ate and ate some more, essentially turning myself into a giant, bloated haggis. The guests set me on a hilltop, shoved me hard, and sent me rolling toward a busy thoroughfare. Before I passed beyond earshot, I thought I heard people betting on whether I would splatter, or shit, or shit and splatter. I think I did the latter, but pulled my constituent elements back together, T-1000-style, and lumber/waddled home.

Magnificent feast. Thanks to all involved.


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