“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the [sausages] being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”— Vladimir Nabokov
April 25, 2011
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Via Chazman:
“OK, this is called a RallyBrat. My principals - which are strong - should prevent me from ordering this enemy ration on dangerous turf. But look at the motherfucker. I ate before I wrote, and this is an amazing sausage. Let’s just hope now that the Sox swing their brats like we need them to v. Santana.”
Ahh, baseball and sausages…they go together like baseball and sausages and beer.
