Bless me! A spotted dog!

When I went to the butcher’s and asked for suet, the lady at the counter said she didn’t think they had any but the butcher was right behind her carving up a cow. “Here you go!” he shouted as he carved off a pound of glistening fat from the carcass.

My wife thinks it should be illegal to make puddings from pieces of cow.

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Ragged Clown

Based in San Jose, California

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