it was sitting there in the box saying, “which one of you bitches wants to dance?”

documenting the horror


When James visited town from NZ, there was a rash of pot-luck sort of gatherings at my place. Keith brought something dreadful, something terrible that should not have been named, let alone created… Poutine Pizza, the ultimate in drunk food. Sara, bless her heart and her strong iron stomach, not only ate some, she ate it cold.

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