Exhausted. Can hardly move, hence easy food.
Here lies Stewart. He fought the good fight.
Neanderthal beer entombed in the far reaches of our fridge. An expedition of 4 was sent in to recover the missing beer. Only 1 made it back… we lost a lot of good mice that day.
A fine evening of salmon prepared by the Ginger of the house! 4 meals by 1!
Therefore we eat again. We’re dudes. With food. This proves it.