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| Say there, Frank. Why are you feeding a bottle of milk to that pile of ground beef covered in a cloth? | |
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| *heh* It’s funny, today I was reaching for the milk and accidentally grabbed a knife. Boy, was my face red when I saw that sucker plunged handle deep in my baby's head! Ya think the wife'll notice? | |
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