Welcome to this new chronicle of nonsense.
So, last night we're sitting in the Legion on Main St. drinking Guiness and talking about what the fuck we were going to be filming and when. And where. Look, it was a production meeting, okay? Anyway, we were getting road beers at the counter and joking about the big jar of pickled eggs when Jessica dared me to eat one.
I've never had a pickled egg before and it did kind of freak me out, but I took the proffered highball glass containing the briny, shiny eggy and took a vinegary, rubbery bite. It wasn't... it wasn't terrible. Kind of like a pickle, if you vulcanized it and kept it in a jar on the bar of a lightly dingy Legion hall.
Oh, and when we were shooting on Maui they made me be the first to try the spam.
Kiss kiss!!!
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