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Yelena: Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’. Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination. To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay! Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it. Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great! Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.Yelena: Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’. Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination. To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay! Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it. Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great! Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.Yelena: Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’. Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination. To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay! Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it. Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great! Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.Yelena: Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’. Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination. To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay! Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it. Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great! Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.Yelena: Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’. Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination. To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay! Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it. Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great! Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.

Yelena:

Here is some writing fueled by my fury. Was there a time in my life, mere weeks ago, when I had money to eat oysters? I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR AN OYSTER. I would not kill a man for an oyster but ya know, somethin’.

Tamara is in L.A. being a fancy pants so let me tell you AWL ABOUT Cornelius in Prospect Heights. First of all, BLUE POINT OYSTERS $1 ALL DAY. I am sold. People claim that blue points are too briny but I tend to disagree. That or, they happened to be perfect this time. Salty, big, slimy, bulbous…perfect with or without that insane horseradish sauce. Pretty amazing to eat something that is alive but too stupid to know it! Eating oysters is a visceral experience. What do you think? Do you chew ‘em before you swallow? Sauce or no sauce? I’m a fan of every single combination.

To wash all that living matter drenched in sea salt down you can also get (nobody puke) a $2 whiskey shot! Yay everybody puke this place is the best yay!

Tamara and this guy split a charcuterie board with some kinda duck prosciutto and soft cheese yum yums. I am not sure, if she hadn’t abandoned our blog baby maybe you’d know more about it.

Last but certainly not least was the duck Ruben with stinky Gorgonzola. So crispy and buttery. It reminded me of sandwiches my grandma used to make me called “hot sandwiches” (very descriptive). In a time before toaster ovens, my grandma would turn on a real oven and pop in some bread, salami and cheese and BAKE me a sandwich. What a lady. This was my favorite food in the world primarily because my mother forbade it. That shit was a secret between me and my grandma. This duck Ruben is a secret between you and me, Internet. Don’t tell anyone except tell everyone cause it’s great!

Alright, I know, this is me. Cheez-it time see ya later.

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