That Fantastical Preternatural Moment in RANDOMS (aka) "QUOTATIONS"

I remember visiting you in the last century back when you had that little clay hut near the penguin farm. The farm owned and operated by penguins, not the one where they grow penguins. The day started off with a hazelnut coffee and some dehydrated tripe. We didn’t eat it of course, but it made for a fun mid-morning game of Frisbee. After that we went rollerskating in short shorts and leg warmers but got kicked out of “Le Grande Saq” the high end French place we tried to go to for dinner because we refused to change clothes; so we went back to your place and I cut off your leg and you cut off my arm and we ate them over a fire pit. (sigh…) I’ll never forget that day.... mainly because I suffer with phantom limb syndrome every time I think about bbq.