Yasmin traded me a goat curry dinner for teaching her how to use a MicroKorg keyboard. Cool. So I waited around and about an hour later get a text that says to let her know when I get there because the buzzer is broken. What?! I thought she was coming to my place.
Her dad sent a picture of the very goat we ate before he killed it. The email said to take a look at it and let him know what she thinks.
…I say he looks pretty happy and good tasting.