It happened late one summer’s day while I was cooking in my home I had been slow braising a joint of pork in beer until it was… Read more “I Summoned Guy Fieri: A Poem”
He who cannot work, cannot eat.
Waging a one man war against other people sleeping.
Buying recipe books is hard. Being Gary Busey is harder.
Less erotic than it sounds.
Is it enough to eat healthily? Will Stalin sell more sweets?
So good, even our lizard overlords shop there (probably)
On Couchsurfing I was introduced to Couchsurfing all the way back in 2016 shortly after David Bowie had died. Why wouldn’t I equate this experience to the… Read more “On Couchsurfing”