We are what we eat. We eat. We shit. Our produce grow from shit-fertilized soil. We become shit. Festive as that may be, enter the the "Eatateria," to discover an ever-increasing assortment of recipes for lovely meals, which we will soon shit out.
I eat, and I shit; therefore, "I am."
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Oh, thank God. For a sec, I thought it was a regular 'tini that the bartender swizzled with his schween.
I guess this would really qualify as a COCKtail.
(I crack myself up.)
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