I made pancakes fried in a pan caked with burnt suicidal moths over a campfire and flipped with a dirty hatchet because we forgot a spatula.
I still ate it.
~CB
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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how about cooking hamburgers over a fire and crazy moths landing on the meat as it was cooking - cooked moth burgers.....i still ate it.
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