Two of my roommates were craving it and just had to have it. Since I was going out anyways I told them that as long as I didn’t have to go alone I would buy it for them. One had to stay behind because she carried the wrong passport and could easily be stopped. In the taxicab I was going over my mental list of what I needed to pick up and was trying to estimate how much it would cost. We took care at getting everything else that we needed inside before we eventually made our way to the back where there was a clear border complete with appropriate signage that stood between us and what it was we intended to get. As we passed through the doorway it took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the dimmer light but we could immediately smell that we were in the right place. Every wall was crammed with varieties of all kinds; it overwhelmed me and I forgot what kind I was meant to buy. I called my roommate who had stayed behind to clarify. I found it. It was expensive and only came in small packages but we had gone too far out of our way to turn back.
I bought bacon under Sharia law.
Nothing's impossible.
**FYI: I bought it legally**
"I bought bacon under Sharia law."
ReplyDeleteIs that supposed to be funny?
No just a fact and an experience I had.
ReplyDeleteHey Anonymous, what actually is funny is the image of you cowardly and privately poking negativity at this article - what's it to you? And how does your comment help anyone else? If you've got nothing nice to say, say nothing.
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