Tripe
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember zymurgy
saying something like:
Ugh, i'm no great fan of Spam, but i'd eat that over tripe.
They love it in Italy, cut into strips and in thick tomato and basil
sauce.
Mmm... tripe and onions boiled in milk.
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