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[Aug. 9th, 2011|03:38 am] |
I'm feeling exceptionally carnivorous tonight.
I'd like a hamburger, with thick slices of bacon, and french fries on the side, with a lot of barbecue sauce.
It may be a heart attack on a plate, but it tastes too good for me to care. Besides, I have Echo here to eat whatever is left.
Some company might also be nice - other than that of my dog, that is.
It's when I say things like that that I realize that I have no social life. Maybe I should trade in the dog for 50 bloody cats. |
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