i woke up in shanghai and had a 12 inch roast chicken breast subway sandwich for breakfast. i got back to jiaxing and ate snails and frogs for dinner. what a difference a 40 minute train ride makes.
i actually killed a frog for someone else. the woman at the restaurant/beer garden was pulling frogs out of a bag and just hurling them (ever so gently) at the ground. 4 beers in, i thought it only appropriate to ask if i could try. i am now burdened by the weight of one frog murder.
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he went a courtin the pavement! you're evil.
the word for verification here is "fablial". what does that mean? you or jesse would know.
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