I had *the weirdest* dream last night, brought on, I believe, by the BK BBQ Stacker I inhaled last night...
All I ask: please don't judge.
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Setting: Interior, A's house
Mood: Somber
Me: A, I am so sorry to hear that Leo (A's sweet chow-mix dog) passed away.
A (sobbing): I know. I know. It's so tragic.
Me: Just know he's in a better place. He's somewhere, up in heaven, doing cabaret with Liza. All is well.
THE END.
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Need I say more? I should go back and ask the drive-through guy what sort of "spices" they put in those burgers.
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