*blue balls not included.
I saw a Cock Soup packet at the Mexican grocer last week. TRUE STORY. I think that it has made its way around the Internets, so you can Google for a picture (or maybe you will not after reading this post). But seeing the potential for a seriously lip-smacking lunch, I daydreamed about penis-related recipes.
Yes, I already own a penis-shaped cake pan.
Then, found a set of recipes for Penis Stew.
And life as I knew it was OVER. Because I know one of you smart asses will invite me to a dinner party and try to serve this to me, since I will try most things once (save for shellfish — you know, the whole potential of DYING thing). Note to you: I will HATE you for life if you do this.
“Eating penis” means something else, people! And something not quite so literal. Blech. Appetite ruined.
In any event, HOLY BULL PENIS!
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
