The Death of Imagination

I'm vexed by the neatness of your bratwurst. I expect big slurpy drippy things stewed in beer with a light grilling and sheathed in a roll not just to absorb stray juices, but also to guide the meat missile and mustard into the waiting mouth.

On the other hand, I never would have found out about Niue, a country hitherto unknown to me. I checked it's website and they don't permit same-sex marriage.