That isn’t so bad, is it?
I suppose not.
This is how a good day begins. A murky mug of coffee teased out of a mildewed old filter with tepid swamp water.
The moldy morsels within tease my buds.
He continues with his boasting and use of double meanings in the line “I’m a Slaughterhouse rock star/I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car.”
His record label and rap group, Slaughterhouse, serves as a double dipping semantic tray, offering the literal interpretation of a swine from a “slaughterhouse” as well as the slang term of pig used when referencing policemen.
During this difficult time, we encourage consumers to enjoy a variety of cuts of high quality Canadian beef. Moving a variety of cuts will help the beef industry and the economy. If there’s a market available for all cuts of beef, packers will be better able to buy cattle.
If Canadians add two or three more beef meals to their menu each week from the wide variety of cuts that are available, it helps more than the beef farmers. It helps get packing plant workers back on the job, truckers back on the road, and improves the economy of communities right across the country.
This table, roughly carved at the side, has been polished with wax since first it began to bear food for men, and now the surface shines like a slightly undulating sea in a calm.
At night, the brass candlesticks are reflected in it as in still brown water; so are the vessels of glass and of silver and of pewter, and the flagons of wine. No cloth is ever spread to hide this venerable splendour, nor, let us hope, ever will be.
Some people think you can’t go grocery shopping on an empty stomach, because you’ll buy too much. I think that’s bullshit. If you’re not hungry, how will you know what you really crave? That’s how you end up buying things like raisins.