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Where do I start? The magic meatball mountain ski jump? The sneaky chef? The long-necked broccoli spoon? The ooze decorating dispenser? How about with this: One should never say “Meat me for dinner.”
“I hate playing duets with that big baby. She can’t keep time, she plays the wrong notes, she craps in her pants, and she STILL gets more tips than I do.”
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