We paid for the bargain on the pork. The PorkKarma Gods saw to that.
Kenny shit about seven times the following day. In fact, he got out of bed at 3:00 a.m. and had to shit.
I tasted like I smelled like garlic. All. Day. Long. No one was closetalking me on Monday. My coworker told me I didn’t stink, but I think she was just being polite.
We both had to take a Zantac Monday evening.
I don’t even want to think about The Other White Meat. For a long, long while.
However, I’m hosting a baby shower at work on Wednesday, and made shredded pork with black beans & green chili’s to balance against the normal-order-of-business ground beef.
It sounded like a better idea when I bought it on Sunday, prior to the consumption on the garlicky pork.
I don’t have the gumption to even taste the concoction I created. We’re going to go in tomorrow and hope for the best.