After handling pork (and some of the hardened fat, mmmm tasty), with my plastic-glove-covered-hands only a few moments ago, I just can't shake the feeling that it's seeping from my every pore. Chow mein, on the other hand, has a less disgusting feeling.
Sick nasty pork fat.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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you forgot to mention reconnecting with your long lost freshman friend at said china party, so I'll mention it for you :) love you lots dear jen
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