It was an experience to relish like polka-flavored keeshka, to savor like pierogi from the Old Country, to slurp like a bowl of red borscht. Yes, I need a beer.
Mystic Paneurysms, Pan-fried Divinations, and Momtastic Pansophy
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Broadcasting from the Middle of the Atlantic and Eating Words
It was an experience to relish like polka-flavored keeshka, to savor like pierogi from the Old Country, to slurp like a bowl of red borscht. Yes, I need a beer.
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