Saturday, July 25, 2009

Everyone who's anyone knows I don't like pork chops, so what do they make...pork chops. Then they claim it's my fault that I am a picky eater. I didn't realize we lived in Russia.
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Hannah said...

Don't worry - we don't live in Russia.


Although I suppose living at home with your parents might be a direct metaphor for a dictatorship....


At any rate, I sympathize.


Even if you should learn to broaden your tastes. ;o)

July 26, 2009 at 6:57 AM

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