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[threeplusfire]

Gene and I ate dinner in this little Chinese restaraunt I haven't been to in years. My chicken had no discernable walnuts. Oh well. We listened to these obnoxious, obviously not Texan folk talk about accents and guns. The guy had the nerve to say that he couldn't think of any rifles that used .223, during his conversation about the sniper killings on the East Coast. We showed remarkable restraint in not ridiculing this guy under the table.

I must continue my beer education. Probably ought to go home and sleep first.

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[cyniccat.livejournal.com]

Walnuts grow on trees, not on chickens.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Hehe. You don't even want to hear our conversation about genetically engineered walnuts that taste like chicken. :P