Corn kills.
My mother had flown over in the fifties to meet her new husband’s family. the crossingn had been fine, but all new for this young woman from Tuscany. The car and driver brought her up from the docks of New York with her new husband. The car drove in and the sounds of a pool party and bbq came from the back yard. She walked down the driveway and came face to face with a large crowd of people eating BBQ and roasted corn ears.
she was offered a plate of BBQ and Corn. She did not understand why these people were serving her pig food.
The releionships never got much better. LOL
actually she hadnt flown on the first five or six crossings, she took ships. that is why she was at the docks
Corn kills.