Hot, cold, and nine days old.
Can often be seen served alongside faggots.
OMG. You actually did it. Geee-rosss.
I had to. I just haaaaad to.
Oh… that’s not right.
And yet, it needed to be done.
Not this faggot.
Careful with your words, dear boy.
Well, I do like pease porridge. Just not 9 days old, I’m thinking.
Though I did know this guy when I was a churchmouse who used to keep a pot of gruel (he called it “pulse” because that’s what they called it in the bible) on his stove at all times, and just added to it every day, and ate mostly that and salad. Every day. Every meal.
I wouldn’t want to live after about a week of that.
Neither would I.
Shouldn’t your fresh peas look green?
They are not fresh peas– they are dried.
There is nothing remotely fresh about this dish, you know.
please post something happy! it’s thanksgiving, it’s the holidays. i keep checking back every day to see what you’ve posted and i keep seeing those peas and “faggots”. i love peas, and i love michael procopio. but i want funny, smart, sarcastic, witty, happy michael.
looking forward to your next post!
Watch this space tomorrow afternoon, Ron.
You shall have something happy.
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