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I don�t care what you want to call it, please, just stick it my mouth

March 08, 2004
I�m eating my left over food from Friday night�s trip to Chili�s. Why can�t they give you more of the complimentary bread to take home with you? I think that if they did that I would be a very, very happy biggun.

Whether it is the pumpernickel from the Outback or the Texas toast from Chili�s, I want it. I don�t care what you want to call it, please, just stick it my mouth � it�s good for at least fifteen minutes of silence. Maybe that was something else.

Just stuff me, hard.

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