It’s definitely wet. I vaguely recall feeling a wetness in my hands in the mornings. Often I’ll be reading a book and suddenly notice the dribbling flow of Chicken Alfredo, Italian Sausage Marinara, Chicken Carbonara, or Pasta Primavera sauce puddling up on the pages.
We should be on our hands in knees, truly in the filth and the Covid, praying to a merciful God to let us just eat one more of these burgers. Do anything but take away our McDonalds fresh beef.