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Today, I’d like to take a moment to honor something often overlooked — gloves.
Yes, gloves. Humble protectors of our hands, silent companions in the cold, and unsung heroes in countless professions. From the surgeon saving lives to the gardener planting hope, gloves stand between danger and duty.
They shield, they warm, they grip, they guard. And sometimes, they even make a statement — ask any fashion icon or boxer stepping into the ring.
So the next time you pull on a pair, remember: gloves may be small, but they carry the weight of our work, our style, and our safety.
Thank you.
Ma'am, that is an eleven pound whole slab of deli ham. It has no bones, fat, or connective tissue. It is an amalgamation of the meat of several pigs, emulsified, liquefied, strained, and ultimately inexorably joined in an unholy meat obelisk. God had no hand in the creation of this abhorrence. The fact that this ham monolith exists proves that God is either impotent to alter His universe or ignorant to the horrors taking place in his kingdom. This prism of pork is more than deli meat. It is a physical declaration of mankind's contempt for the natural order. It is hubris manifest. We also have a lower sodium variety if you would prefer that.