Revenge, sweet revenge.

"Call this surreal.
It's snowing.
I am cooking.
Besides blogging and e-mailing gun & ammo stuff to the Hog, I cook sometimes.
I already told you about my flambée sweet bananas for militia-gourmet types, so now's the turn for my shark.

Yeah, shark. They eat balseros. I eat shark.
Which is totally justified since I am, after all, top predator. That's my position in the food chain, top.
Nothing like listening to Ozzy while taking a bite out of Toothy. At least it doesn't make me spit bloody feathers, or get a rabbies shot."
Killcastro

This made me hungry, I can smell the onions.