Pork Shoulder isn't just the most delicious part of a pig, it's the nickname I gave my granny. When I was a child Granny Pork Shoulder would squeeze me tight by the throat and whisper in my ear "I wish you were dead." She was such the kidder!!Granny's breath was one part Jack Daniels and one part broken dream. She would tuck me in my crib every night right after she would shake me and poke me with lit cigarettes. She was such the kidder.
At a young age I was taken from my family by the US Government and became part of a secret program where they tried to breed humans with Wolves. Despite Sciences best efforts there is no way to make a werewolf real. I never did find out what happened to Granny Pork Shoulder. I know she was writing some Children's books and had an HVAC business on the side but I will never know if she left this world happy. My guess is she didn't
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