Sony P7
Behold the remnants of the Ham Grenade. The other half was blown, with great velocity, into my belly (and a bit hit Mrs Cleek, too). Only a bottle of Clicquot and a generous padding of potato gratin saved us from delicious salty doom.
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I guess I could use some rearranging
I like ham and that one looks worthy, but am I the only one who sees irony in eating ham to celebrate the birth of the most famous Jew in history?