You know. I know you know.
Home alone cooking a Sunday roast. I don’t know what it is–perhaps its the weather, but I feel the sap rising. And though it’s just dinner for one I feel like slapping on a little cologne, lighting some candles at the dining room table, & really enjoy my dinner this evening. pic.twitter.com/OREge6W11C
— Aaron Chapman (@TheAaronChapman) April 12, 2021
My friend Scott, sent this to me this morning. I’m not sure what that says about both of us, but it doesn’t matter. This ham roast is really putting it out there.
I wouldn’t know whether to eat it or beat it with a rake. It looks like out-of-context zombie genitalia and it scares me.