Gwamma, LOL. I always go to my profile after a good drunk to make sure I didn't offend someone or hurt someone's feelings. Turns out I'm a whole lot less snarky when imbibing.
Sea, I so wish I had access to the kinds of foods that you do. It all sounds so healthy and yummy. I can get real wild boar (some places actually farm wild boar then call it wild, but that whole concept hurts my head), but the hunted ones cost a lot. And even if I knew how to shoot and kill my own food, I haven't seen a wild pig in New Orleans ever.
Anyway, it's 6am, Sunday morning, and I'm loving the quiet. For a party city, this place shuts down a lot on Sunday. Everyone goes to church. The partiers are sleeping in. Blissful quiet.
The tiny bad news is that I forgot to turn on the heat before I fell asleep (passed out?) and woke up sneezing.
Gwamma, are smalls the same as undies? panties? lingerie? No frozen ones here. I live in an apartment complex, so no one hangs their stuff out to dry. I bet a frozen thong would be an experience.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine