Fox lunch meat. Surely that's obvious. People say to me, "Michael, why do you feel the need to live in Italy rather than just visit?"
And I answer, "Lunch meat, dude. Lunch meat." We are waaaay behind the Italians in the art of creepy, animal-faced lunch meat.
(Picture courtesy of the boy.)
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Sunday, February 03, 2008.
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