You'll never guess what I'm making for dinner tonight- boneless leg of...no, not cat. Not very meaty. I swear, I totally forgot. I just loves my lambs, I loves them inside of me and outside of me. I loves to play with them and then I loves to eat them, as long as they're not the same one. You know what they say on farms: "never name your food." That's why they're called things like Mr.Mutton, Legg, Chop, Stewie, and Number 61.
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if i didn't know you i might have to call you a monster after reading this little blurb. thankfully i do know you and i know that you are generous enough to fill my little tummy with little lambs of all sizes shapes. don't name the food first... its just creepy. rock on sammy!
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