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I wouldn't eat it.
This past summer I've been "Switching weeks" mowing with one of the other neighbors, but I'm thinking very hard right now about being done.
Charity is a good thing, but holy shit the nerve of some people. They are definitely testing every last fiber in my ability to not "go Iowanian" on them.
I think the wrinkled old husband doesn't even know what he's like but deep down is getting by....maybe beaten down by that jabbathehutt, ungreatful bag of bacon grease.
Sonna bitch.
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