I’ve never been a fan of potted meat. Actually, let me be more specific: I can’t imagine ever eating potted meat, even if I were stranded on a desert island, and the only thing I was able to save from the sinking ship was a lifetime supply of potted meat. Thus, I find this blog entry entitled Steve, Don’t Eat It! Vol. I extremely funny and nauseating, all at the same time. I love it when simple prose is capable of evoking such contrary emotions! I get all tingly inside….