As a jew, im frankly disgusted at my religion. How could, after all this time, they keep one of the greatest culinary secrets from me. im talking ham here people…honey baked. Since coach’s mom sent a monster leg of honey baked hammy goodness to the house, my life has been changed. Turkey is a thing of the past and my eyes are fixed on the future: me and ham, ham and me. It’s the last thing on my mind when i lie down and the first thing when i rise up. Granted im nauseaseous (obviously no clue how to spell that)for a good portion of every day since that package arrived, but i couldnt ask for a better mate this valentime’s day. i love ham. i love ham. i love ham. and ham. this is probably worse than my snood addiction.


-Jones

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