Three Men and a Baby

I know it's been awhile since I've posted. I've been too busy eating my way through 2015 to care, frankly. The title of this post says it all: I ate the equivalent of three men (short, pudgy ones) and a baby (the butter-thigh kind) last night for dinner. AND I'M DAMN PROUD. Enough of foraging through the urban forest for twigs and berries. I want PIG! I'll even eat the snout and hooves if you let me. Cartilage does not deter. Slather me with Mac and Cheese and then wrap my body in bacon. I have nothing more to say except FRIED SNICKER BARS.