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For What We're Paying There Should Be Poop, Not Blood

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Posted on July 22, 2008 - 7:00am at Milk Breath and Margaritas
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This tastes like my grandmother

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Posted on May 29, 2008 - 1:15pm at Fixin' Supper
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This tastes like my grandmother

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Posted on May 29, 2008 - 1:15pm at Fixin' Supper
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Haunted Houses Of Imaginary Splendor or why isn't there a haunted home?

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Posted on October 7, 2007 - 9:28am at Soulfish Stew
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Okay, I'll admit that the first time I went through a haunted house I was scared. In fact; I was so scared that I ran out of it so fast I lost a tennis shoe. I was just a little kid. But since that fateful night at a cheap carnival in the Clarks department store parking lot I've not been frightened in a haunted house. To borrow the title of a great Pursuit Of Happiness song: I'm an adult now.

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