WHAT'S FOR LUNCH
Hi! I'm Cammy (Camille). This happened a few years ago. I was sitting on the deck with my friends Greta and Nancy having lunch. We were at Greta's house, on her back deck. A group of us would get together once a month or so. There were only the three of us that day.
Greta had made a blender full of lime daiquiris and we were already in a good mood when she brought out our lunch salads. After we finished those, she brought out the lunch she had cooked, polish sausage and baked beans. The polish sausage was the thick type in long, curved links of up to a foot in length.
With the giggly mood we were in, Nancy made a remark about how she'd "like to have a sausage like that a home." She held one of the links like it was a dangling prick.
Greta commented, "Well, anytime you
