So I decided to get like 20 of my friends together at this Serbian barbecue place.

They make like the sweetest fucking shit and the place is also kind of super cool like on a veranda in the middle of like a

small forest park thing next to a church.

It's perfect exactly what I was looking for.

But anyways, feeding 20 people obviously is a lot.

So I go to make the menu plan or whatever and while I'm listing out all the meat that they'll need to make I you know remember

Dude you're you're a literal degenerate mountain man. Order like a degenerate mountain man.

So I ask the owner who's actually a friend

if we can just like roast a whole fucking pig

to which obviously he replied, hell yeah,

you know, it's a lot less work than cutting individual

pieces on the barbecue just let that guy fucking spin.

And he'll, you know, even put like candles and shit on it and it will be like a

birthday cake sitting on the middle of the table like proper like medieval type of vibes

Hakimus C but you know

Because it's pork

But but but we you know we shake hands at the price. He tells me I can you know

bring my homemade alcohol. He gives me a 10% discount because I'll pay him cash and he won't have to print out a receipt and you know

everybody's happy all is good I'm like fuck yeah this is going to be nice until today

The son of a bitch and he did this like out of the goodness of his heart but he ruined

my what could I call it hypocritical fucking appetite this guy went to get the pig right and this pig is going to be slaughtered and

fucking cooked for my birthday and while it was still alive. He took a fucking picture of it and sent it to me like,

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