I must graciously decline your contemptible offer of triangular cut grilled American cheese on cracked wheat bread. You see, my good fellow, I am used to more elegant dining atmospheres, and I only eat the most sophisticated of cuisines. Now where – pray tell – is my Oscar Meyer premium, free-range, Kobe beef frankfurter?
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What a spoiled young man that is. This is his cousin Brooke, tell him to be thankful, all I get is goopy cereal. Love you Paul, Aunt Sunshine and Uncle Matt
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