recognizes the influx of micronutrients, and within minutes my bowels
relinquish a fine display of fecal prowess. It is approximately 5:30
p.m., not within my normal dook-realm.
Anthony Bourdain, if you're reading this, I say: This is your next
frontier. Don't riff on the meat or how good it tastes. Tell me if your
body was so pleased that you had to un-cage a glorious king snake
Make it be so.