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| - let me tell you all, please, gather around, please, here, allow me to serve you up a morsel of a story:
i walk in, famished to the bone.
i sit down on a chair, cushy for my tushy.
the waiter comes around, he is grinning, a big smile, a toothy visage of pleasant vibes and laughter.
i ask-- "is this., is this 'break fast pizza,' truly a pizza?"
to which he replies: "yes!"
i say, "ha, instead, i will have a 'denver omelette.'"
listen: the omelette? delicious. the price? even tastier.
i left happier than i previously thought possible.
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