So let me get this straight: the balloon man scares 'lithers off in droves, yet the idea of food made from blood and cow stomachs and pork-whatnots, drizzled with cherries and thick cream, seems to bring out a salivation response in even hardened vegetarians like Stoat.
Have I got that?
I knew there was a reason I liked this place.
But, says alas, all good things must be dragged down, shot and have their blood sucked out of them for pudding, and likewise, I must go to bed.
g'night, keggers, and anyone else who's still lurking about these parts.
[p.s.: The first more than 2/3s of my book is done! Done! Well, ready to be sent to the editor, anyway. Yahoo! Well, pretty much. I have like 2 things to do tomorrow and then, wahoo! ... it's immediately time to get the last third knocked into shape....] |
