It was four years ago that I stepped into the gap when jumping off an LIRR train at Bay Shore. An overall nasty accident that resulted in a dime-sized chunk of flesh popping off my leg and disappearing.
Through modern forensic technology, I have now traced the path of that leg chunk over the years:
3 comments:
Are you suggesting that Asian food is made from rats found at the train station? Everyone knows it's made from pork flavored cardboard.
I remember the pictures! Josh - Robert and I will order take-out this weekend in observance of your tragic loss.
There's a step missing. Rats (well, maybe small rats) are eaten by cats; it's the cats that get stir-fried. Din.
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