I had some really bad cramps last night. Either they were picked out of season or I must have cooked them wrong.
Scab soup — ever had it? Best with fresh bandages, if at all.
Lettuce with toenail clippings. Generally too chewy for my taste, but then I never did like crunchy salads.
Weeping wound spaghetti sauce, one of Mom's specialties. Runs in the family as they say.
Wheezing bullet wound plum pudding. Warning — may give you the runs at a time when you can't even get out of bed, so have fresh undos handy.
Gaping gash steak tartare — no need to buy a new outfit for this one — you already match.
Disembowelment death stew. East fast, you don't have much time, but you can have as much as you can stomach (without even having a stomach any more) because it all runs out the bottom anyhow. Out your front too.
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Somehow lost my appetite. If you find it, just keep it.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
