My ego is bruised, battered, beaten, and worn.
Bruised like a peach. The fairest of the fruits.
Battered like a fish stick. Caked in a mother's love.
Beaten like a egg. Homogenized by violence.
Worn like, "Geez Nester, try getting some of the spaghetti in your moth next time!"
If you put twice as much meat on your sandwiches, less meat will spoil in your fridge.
#thatsjestscience
Hey FriendJon, did you hear about the cow that spilled its milk?
When were you on a farm, LolaBears?
I wasn't; it's a joke, FriendJon.
Oh ok. No, I didn't hear about the cow that spilled its milk.
It was an utter waste. Ro ro ro.
I love you, LolaBears.
I love you too, FriendJon.
In middle school, I did a science fair project called The Meaty Matter of Insolation.
I wrapped equally-sized hunks of meat in various wrappings. Froze them to a common temperature. And observed the rates at which they thawed.
What I discovered is that it's much more fun to eat your meat.
#thatsjestscience
