conversations with my mother

Mom: Did you hear? ALL MEAT IS HORSE MEAT
me: Um, you mean the Ikea meatballs? I think that was only in Europe, mom.
Mom: No it’s everywhere! That’s why they’re pulling all the meat! I’m very picky about what I eat; I don’t trust all those places.
me: Which places?
Mom: The places with the horses. Make sure you don’t eat any meat! You never know what you’re going to get!

fin

I’m eating chicken for dinner. Chicken stuffed with horses.

my face after a conversation with my mother.

my face after a conversation with my mother.

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