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Our menu? Menu…. Oh, the "menu"! Yes, sorry, didn’t follow what you meant at first. We can’t remember the last time someone actually asked for that.

It’s not all caviar and champagne; just some of it--like 40 percent. SHUT UP! Don’t speak. I have a lot to say.

I do take issue with whoever claimed the domain liveauctionfor115belleview.net and started an all-out bidding war for my family’s home.

You know what rips you to shreds? [synonym for life]. [slang term for a woman in the 1970s], let’s get married.

Somewhere along the way, every single person I’ve ever known got the idea that silly socks were the thing I cherished most.

After an extensive journey of self-learning which some have called a “downward spiral,” it is obvious this agony is a rare inoperable cystic cancer.

If you pat me on the back, I’d prefer to feel like it’s because I earned it.

But all that really matters is how you can sell a bunch of kitchen knives on Etsy by starting a company called "Julius Caesar Knives."

Every Tuesday during that weird evening time slot where nobody you call picks up we’ve been coming here to air out our grievances away from you.

When I was four, I knew I was in my prime. Solidly potty trained, only three teeth missing, able to draw both unicorns and school buses.

What business is it of yours if I put mango in my risotto? Hm?

You’re telling us that our beloved home--a place where many Hagen-Hogan BrätBoy Brats™ have been happily consumed--isn’t worth your time?