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the_gneechGreg looked in the pantry, sizing up his options. “Do you ever get a random, crazy craving for Chef Boy-Ar-Dee ‘Beefaroni’?”
“Uh … no,” said Brigid.
Greg shook his head. “Neither do I.”
-The Gneech
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Chef Boy-Ar-Dee is not food....
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Date: 2011-11-09 05:45 am (UTC)And for the record, the crazy craving is for Honeycomb.
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