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Monday, November 10, 2003

Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried.

Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Everything for lunch was fried. The only way I could jam more deep fried greasy badness into my body would be to deep fry my Diet Coke (true irony) and shove a Crisco filled caulking gun up my ass. Fuck. Why did I just do that!? Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried. Fried.
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 on  11/10  at  05:26 PM

Ever had a deep-fried Twinky?  That would have made a nice capper.  I’ve heard of deep-fried Snickers as well. 

You ever see the Simpsons episode where Homer buys the industrial flash fryer?  Funny stuff.

Jimnice  on  11/11  at  07:12 AM

Deep-fried Snickers.  Breakfast of champions.

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