A giant yellow can of stew.
Although a bit confused, I must admit I was more intrigued. I've heard great things about Brunswick stew. And, after trying it, I'm willing to bet money that Mrs. Fearnow - whoever she is - could take down Dinty Moore any day.
Much to my delight, I received another can of stew earlier this week.
However, after my third can yesterday, I couldn't help but start to wonder what was provoking this newfound stew-pushing.
I came to my conclusion today, after receiving the following insider scoop:
Apparently, every year, the professor in question rents a human-sized vat to make special stew for the annual Brunswick Stew Festival.
Thats right folks, 'human sized'.
My conclusion:
'Mrs. Fearnow' is the secret ingredient to last years stew.
'Fark Menske' is feeding me leftovers to plump me up for next years 'Ms. Brost's Delicious Brunswick Stew'.
Menske, if you're reading this, I know I'm not the best writer, but I like to think I've got, what they call in the biz, 'the Mox'.
Which also, coincidentally, makes for great seasoning.
Oh crap.
Please don't eat me.
8 comments:
At first i thought Fenske gave you the stew, but then you said "my professor is feeding me her leftovers to plump me up"
Also, I doubt Fenske would eat stew out of a can.
'her' as in Mrs. Fearnot.
I am the worst writer in the world.
proliferate. that's the word.
It's been real, Di.
you're not the worst writer in the world.
who is "fenske?" I thought his name was "menske."
Mr. Menske... have you been pulling this ploy since 05 when I graduated?
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