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That IS adorable. The same thing happened to me as a child; I REALLY like beer now.
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Haw haw! Hell of an introduction, Strugglers. :)
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By the way, that schnitzel picture is killing me. I used to live on that stuff, all breaded, fried and doused with lemon juice…crap; I just chewed off my thumb. That stuff is hard to get around here, unless I make it, so it’s really hard to get around here. Does the wife make it?
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She hasn’t yet, but by God she will! (After I sheepishly ask if she might like me to make it for her.)
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