It dawned on me why meat, poultry and fish sweat when wrapped in paper.
Yesterday I was butt naked at the gynecologist.
I was waiting for the doctor to show and after about 10 minutes I was sticking to the white paper stretched across the examining table.
I raised my tush on demand and peeled it off the paper.
I felt like a piece of sweaty meat nestled in white butcher paper.
Just a piece of meat awaiting FDA annual exam stamp of approval.
Honestly, this scenario never looks good on paper.
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