It’s taboo. Not the game. The bites.
Taboo. Taboo always reminds me of Fred and Wilma’s daughter. You know. The Flintstones. But for no good reason, because she was Pebbles. Maybe I’m thinking of Sam and Darin’s daughter. Tabatha. That’s closer. Anyway.Taboo. To define it is easy in our minds. “Not good.” But the real definition is lengthy. A “taboo” is a […]
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