re: #285 Targetpractice, Worst of Both Worlds

“All haggis tastes like ass anyway.”
“Aye, but in the right hands it can taste like mighty fine ass.”

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Remember when you had to eat whatever your mom made for dinner? One day my mom brought home some sheep brains. Just looking at the package brought terror to my eyes. Sure enough. We had to eat it. Fortunately she never made it again.