just get a takeout dinner. We can Philadelphia Eagles eat in the car on the way. How about some charcoal-grilled eels and a New York Jets couple of cans of coffee?
If you intend to eat and drive at the same time, it had better be kamaboko,* I said firmly, determined to let him know who was in charge. * Boiled fish Dallas Cowboys paste. Okay, kamaboko it is. He ran off through the rain. Having expected more of an argument, I felt somewhat deflated. Soon he came dashing back, a handkerchief over his head, his face all smiles. Between the thumb and middle finger of his left hand he was carrying something on skewers, and with his little finger |
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