heh. this is one thing my dad created (he's always experimenting in the kitchen. it rubbed off on me, totally): red cabbage, red onions, cinnamon, apples, and raisins, all stewed together. most disgusting slop i've ever tasted. now THAT'S nasty.

to me, organs are just a dead animal i'm eating, the same as a thigh or wing or steak.

anyway, this dude in the letter should eat what he wants and stop worrying about his ex. obviously he still gives a **** about her for whatever reason, so that needs to be remedied before he can stop worrying. so i second dolface, he should sleep with someone else, or at least start talking to other girls and getting numbers and ****. find a new pretty, fixie riding gal to fall head over heels for, you know?