It is a well-established fact that discarding pork brains once they've crossed the threshold of a residence curses both the residence and the occupants therein. This fact could have implications for anyone who has plans to vacate a residence, and who might possibly harbor slight feelings of somewhat ill will toward the future occupant. A can could be placed upon vacating the premises, and any devil-women who may come across it would certainly throw it away and thus be stricken with the curse of the PBIMG. At least it would be my sincere hope that it would be thrown away. It certainly shouldn't be consumed. And it most certainly should not be transferred to El Toro's new residence, as he would then be forced to either harbor PBIMG in his home or be cursed. Neither of these options is good. PBIMG is not something to be taken lightly, and the risks of dealing with them are great. In fact, I'd have to say the risks probably outweigh the rewards. And then there are the logistical concerns, as Texas supermarkets aren't exactly overflowing with the stuff, no self-respecting human being would EVER inquire where such a product might be found, and making a trip from central Texas to north Mississippi in pursuit of a can of pig brains is beyond insane. But that doesn't mean it isn't pleasant to think about. It'd be damn hard to not experience a warm, fuzzy feeling when thinking of one's ex-spouse being cursed by a tiny can of pig brains.
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