Two people used the search phrase “steak vagina” yesterday to find my page. Those two people, or that one person who searched the same phrase twice, are/is to blame for what follows.
Steak is good when properly prepared. I’m still deciding how I feel about A1 Steak Sauce. I think I like it. I like steak when there’s that bit of pinkness (not redness) right in the middle–I guess that qualifies as medium? Medium well? I used to always request my meat cooked medium well, but the meat usually comes back completely well. Which is a bummer.
Advertisers love to use backyard barbecues as the setting of commercials in the summer. Men manning grills. And tongs. And lighter fluid. There’s something so American about it. There’s this commercial Jim Gaffigan is in right now in which he makes some snarky comment about a grill being a thoughtful gift. I bet he doesn’t actually want a grill for Christmas, though.
My supervisor just came around and told my coworker and me that we could eat the chicken in the fridge. I don’t think it was prepared on a grill.
I like those steak chew toys that dogs sometimes have. If I were a dog I would love one for Christmas. It need not squeak though.
Some people don’t eat steak, but they eat vagina. Some people don’t eat vagina, but they eat steak. Some people eat neither steak nor vagina. Some people aspire to eat vagina and see no correlation between that and eating steak. Some people eat three times as much steak in a month as they eat vagina. Some people are morally opposed to eating steak. These are probably not the same people who are morally opposed to eating vagina.