A Stamp on the Ham

Spotted a discarded heavy wooden rubber stamp sitting face-down on the damp doormat. It smelled like ancient red ink and dusty paper! I planted my sandals into the bristles, locked my ham tight in the crook of my arm, and nudged the wooden handle with the barrel of my piece to flip it over. The rubber said 'PAID' in big, chunky letters. Perfect authority! I grabbed the handle with my free knuckles, hauled back, and slammed the inked rubber face right onto the side of my ham. Left a bold, faded crimson stamp right across the cured rind. Officially cleared for trade!#FrankReynolds #ItsAlwaysSunnyInPhiladelphia