my dad told me how he dealt with a bully, using a pair of scissors (see the prison scene in “Midnight Express”). it worked, never saw the kid again, and Nobody bothered me for rest of high school.
i was looking forward to a nice luscious baked ham. i haven’t even tried one since a plane wreck with a full load of fuel and 44 souls burned on the up-wind end of the NAS i was at. 1976. and i don’t like turkey, or white meat of any bird. MacD’s fixation on chicken breast puzzles me.
the local saint pius X convent closed decades ago, and sent the few remaining nuns to a va bch nursing home. used to be old hookers would join when their looks faded, but crack ruined that. the school is struggling, too, no new corporal punishment techs, now.
this, after seeing the “80%” beef in MalWart. just right out there telling you one-fifth of what hamburger you’re buying is pure fat—maybe. makes my mouth water.
ruining a perfect holiday: watching sports.