I had a quarter of a glass of wine with my steak and shark meat fillet (potato & carrot side with like a pound of fresh churned strawberry ice cream for dessert). and i’m drunk as balls.
UPDATE: Christy responds with “I never associated balls with intoxication. How drunk are balls?” ANSWER: balls – the play things, or the testicles – you pick (or if you’re in my uncles basement, they’re the same thing) – are unstable and hard to balance in one place. so they’re apt for drunk analogies.
Eating things that would eat you if THEY were hungry and you were on their plate is kindov a fun eff-you show of evolutionary dominance. Otherwise I would have never bothered. It was a black tip shark and was pretty bland, so it was a good thing I had a 4 inch thick steak as a backup. cow never fails you.
Next time I have shark, i’ll just kill my own. with my hands. or someone elses hands. like, i’ll kill a guy and then use his body as shark bait and then use his hands to kill the shark and then eat the shark who ate the guy (idk why she swallowed the fly).
Anyone wanna go fishing?
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