So, today is Goo Friday, or, as celebrated by my love, Echinoia Eeeps and her family, "A Day That Comes Along A Couple Days Before Eeepser".
Normally they turn the chickens, turkeys, partridges, owls, vultures, and flying lizards loose to happily ravage the countryside and randomly lay eggs everywhere, before hunting them down (The beasts — they leave the eggs as unholy.) to make the family's Eeepser stew — slow-cooked chunks of stuff, rendered down to goo, then served in a large chocolate egg.
And I am invited this time.
I get the First Shot At The Snot, as they say — the flying lizards, etc., and if I survive, that's a sign for the festivities to begin. If I don't, then they compost me with the goo and everyone just goes home until next time.
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