By popular demand, I’m posting Selma’s version of American Gothic. No pitchfork. Sliced, Wet Pork, instead. God, it was good! So good that vanity took a back seat. The Governor and I are wearing the same silly expression because we both happened to be in hog heaven, sucking pork from our teeth.
Sexy, I know.
He was smart enough to carry a napkin. 🙂