"Panko encrusted Cod" was the description. And I watched as she put out a whole new pan of fresh pieces all crispy lookin' and garnished with parsley and lemon wedges. "Mmmm" thought my pregnant appetite. (Welcome back, by the way). So I ordered up a chunk, along with some peas and roasted new potatoes. Dinner is served.
WHAT THE FUCK did I just eat? Is there such thing as imitation cod? Cause I guarantee you that what I ingested just now was ne'er a swimmer. NO..this grew stationary in shit and muck, and not the good fertilizing shit and muck either. I could barely chew it? And to make matters worse, it is now stuck in my teeth and I don't have any dental floss at work. I found a straw but since my adult braces I lack gap so that failed. OY, I'm distoybed.
Even more disturbing is the fact that I ate it all! But really, anything smothered in tartar sauce is edible.
Speaking of parsley, here's a joke that my bro told me at a recent family function:
Q: What is the difference between parsley and pussy?
A: Nobody eats parsley.
Yup. That's my family. Come to think of it, that cod is what I imagine pussy just might taste like.
What's wrong with me tonight? I best hang this thing up~
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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