February 1, 2010
Frying and the element of risk
Some friends of mine are going on vacation. They ask me to house sit.
Upon my arrival, I survey the clinically modern kitchen. There isn’t much food. Thanks a lot.
I will come up with something edible no matter what is on hand. It is a challenge I always enjoy.
Figuring out where the utensils and implements are stowed is also part of the fun.
I wish I had my nice pans! How can people work with this junk?
Pushing back my sleeves, I begin washing my hands at the kitchen sink.
There is a pubic hair on the bar of soap.
It isn’t mine. I have not yet undressed.
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Today is off to a good start.
Why is it pubic hairs, wherever you find them, except when you find them where you expect to find them, always seem like they were intentionally placed there?
Because I place them there intentionally.
Oh, MGS, you are so naive and kinky. Those aren’t pubic hairs. They’re hairs from the pig they scalded in the sink.
Sometimes I wonder if I have to do everything around here.
you cant scald a pig in a sink unless it is a suckling, and even then the thrashing would suggest it would need to be a farm sink. I can’t imagine scalding shit in one of those split sinks.