What exactly is a pasty?
All the takeaway shops in Oxford have them in the window, warming under the heat lamps. They smell delicious. They look like artery cement.
Do I dare eat one?
Will I feel strongly enough afterward to write an ode like the following?
I dearly luv a pasty,
a 'ot 'n' leaky wun
Weth taties, mayt 'n' turmit
Purs'ly 'n' honyun
Un crus be made with su't
'N' shaped like 'alf a moon,
Weth crinkly h'edges, freshly baked
E'z always gone too soon!
‘Ot ‘n’ leaky??
I think it’s time for me to come home.
7:29:32 PM  Random Nonsense
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