We are sharply divided over this dinner chez TNS.
Actually, I probably am. I choose to ignore it.
Kill my finances, that is. Sorry, no Christmas this year; mommy spent all her money on pre-cooked and shelled fresh lobster meat. Thank god I don’t actually have kids.
They’ve got a crunchy topping!
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