Ah yes, the delightful hafu, the most noble end for any legume wishing to be processed and eaten by men with badgers for beards and women with bearded badgers...
The trouble lies with finding a suitable casing, as no sheep has the stomach for tofu.
I am sure there's a suitably obscure poem waiting to be written and then misinterpreted by antiesotericists.
The trouble lies with finding a suitable casing, as no sheep has the stomach for tofu.
I am sure there's a suitably obscure poem waiting to be written and then misinterpreted by antiesotericists.
It could be worse