I Just Ate A Baby

At least, the equivalent of one. Picture it, if you will: a four-pound N.Y. strip steak marinated in garlic and whiskey, seared to a perfect medium rare. It was served with a fully loaded baked potato, a half cup of horseradish and an entire loaf of buttered bread. Moreover, it was preceded by a caesar salad and topped off with cherries jubilee, a glass of brandy and a fine cigar.

But enough of that. Time for me to lay on my stomach for the next hour or so, then go find a whore who doesn't mind a bit of the rough stuff. Cheers.