My neck head??? That would only make sense to a fish, who arguably do indeed have neck heads.
I don't have the heart to tell this fish that I love him. Raw. With rice and seaweed. And grilled, of course. Pseudointellectualsalmon may not be in my Contacts; but his brother lies quartered in my freezer, the memory of his flavor indelibly into my neck head.
3 comments:
LMAO!!!!!!!! This blog is WAY better than that other, angrier blog of yours.
I can't believe no one else has commented on this yet. I am leaving comment #2 because it is so deserving of comments.
That's because no one else reads this blog except you and Theresa.
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