[mommybain]

At least your mother rolled it in cornmeal and fried it. I had to eat it with my lump of dried poison that my 149 brothers and sisters and I had for breakfast in our shoebox in the middle of the road, right before we had to lick the road clean and go to work for 29 hours a day down mill.

[mommybain]

Oh, forgot....and when we got home our dad would slice us into with the spam knife.