But it was not venison and there 's not one single red nose.
In fact, the burnt flesh have the markings of a farmed salmon and wild catch tuna, the sizzling beef and lamb smelled of grass, and it was the stewed lima beans not the salad greens and buttered veggies that triggered hyperuricemia in the Rastafari's rendition of a Biblical Psalm to serenade a holiday in Bakal 2 with a videoke night of Christmas carols.
With the patronage of St. Rose of Lima, pinot noir was poured from the shelves of Sol & Robert Price into 6-pack Indian pale ales, lagers, and wheat beers that stunned the Thursday Group who were enchanted enough to chill leftover tiim na pata, treat the dogs with a Christmas Eve dinner of tubbed kalderetang baka in a pot of sinampalukang manok and a platter of tokwa't baboy, and threw flakes of inihaw na bangus into a pinakbet casserole.
The offer was accepted, not from NGO Recruitment though, with the caveat that the Lao Big Event should have a chapeau in the joint statement of the 5th AMMW meeting in Nay Pyi Taw despite D's felicitations for missing Monday's Christmas party in Bantug but not Thursday's funeral and a request from Jakarta for additional data.
Thus was how the Phantom Biker rode for P6,000 worth of pork ribs disguised as Christmas trash with trimmings of cat and dog poop, and a fervent wish to win any of the lotto jackpot prizes so evenings of menudo, lechong paksiw, tinapang bangus, patatim, and cold Red Horse beer will last forever and ever.
The wine and the cake is Puregold Price Club.
The 12 pieces of round fruit is Supermall.
But the ginataang karpa is for an 84th birthday in Dizol to honor the children with small heads, a twitching chako master from Pantabangan, and the ageing saxophonist of Barrio Militar...
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