But I always fired into the nearest hill or, failing that, into blackness. I meant no harm; I just liked the explosions. And I was careful never to kill more than I could eat.
Take a culinary journey into the dark heart of America with Hunter S. Thompson and Tattoo Cakes.
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What's *in* those cupcakes, I wonder.
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