Goodbye Bladderboy

Tomorrow at around 11am, as I am wheeled out of an operating room, I will be...for the first time in my life, without the company of my longtime compadre, my gallbladder. I guess we'd had our disagreements over the years, though I didn't always heed his complaints, and our final falling out was over a piece of key lime cheesecake, I know I was running wild...it just had to stop.

So it's come to this and it's time to part ways, say so long. We've been through alot, me and the G-man, all those nights of fast cheese, potato chips and yes...steak, but now it's over. I've changed my fast-foodin' ways but way too late for the relationship, so one of us has to go. It finally came down to you or me.

So goodbye Bladderboy. It was a gastronomical joyride while it lasted.
All the best,
Galli