Something's been banging around in the back of your Buick for a couple of weeks and when you finally decide to explore the culprit you find a glass jar of horseradish.
Then, you mourn the loss of that freakin' jar of horseradish which you can only get out of town.
You contemplate whether or not freezing and thawing several times makes it inedible.
mmmmmmmm, horseradish
Sunday, January 10, 2010
You know you come from Polish heritage if...
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