SAUSAGES - Lebsie le Awesomish (not for the sensitive reader)

His is big, black and filled with enough flavor to build and fulfill the needs of entire nations. Mine, on the other hand, is not.

I sit and stare at it for several moments. The Size. The Smell. It's all appalling to the senses. I stand and begin to twirl it around in my fingers.

How I wish I had gotten a bigger one. Much like the one my friend got ... He who sits there, oblivious to the world, enjoying his sausage - greedily stuffing his mouth full of it. I love sausage - but this is a joke!

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