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Friday, July 31, 2009

Hands are the original forks

I ordered ooey, gooey mac 'n cheese from Chat 'n Chew but didn't get to eat it because my friend puked outside on the sidewalk. I took it to go, got onto a NJ transit train and realized I was drunk, starving and had no utensils of any sort.

I still ate it.