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Gilhooley’s Part 1

So I set out on an adventure  a few weeks back with the gang. ::waving at Chris W. for setting it up::

A group of us headed out to San Leon to a restaurant called Gilhooley’s.  An ancient establishment near the water, about 40 miles south of Houston…with the tell tale stale smell of too many a good night, of cigarettes and beer, this little joint is one heck of a place to eat.

I actually took the day off of work to join Chris over at Houston Foodie, Victoria, Chris, Syd and Jenny to meet up for lunch.  Yeah, that’s right – I have an eating addiction.  I just CAN’T.STOP.

Anyhow, we convened at a dodgy table in the back and commenced ordering.  ICE COLD Shiner & Corona for the table however, Syd got the house white which came in a snifter.  Nice.  Drinks and then the onslaught of food that I cannot stop thinking of…

Oysters, both raw and Gilhooley style (wood roasted with butter and parmesan until bubbling goodness), boudin balls, fried chicken livers and Patty Melts.  Yes, strange I know…a patty melt?  Victoria said she was feeling a bit worse for wear from the Superbowl and her belly demanded a greasy burger.  She gave me a look like “You don’t get a bite of mine…get your own damn patty melt” and that I did.

We all agreed that the raw oysters were a bit too warm and kinda large, but we UNANIMOUSLY agreed on the roasted ones…so we ordered more…Here are a few photos.

 

Oyster Gilhooley - Roasted in the shell

Rockin' Roasted Oysters Gilhooley...crack in a shell

Patty Melt, rare with PILE o' PICKLES

Best Hangover Cure - Rare patty melt with pile o' pickles

 

Look at the size of this!!!

Look at the size of this!!!

Real Stemware for that florally house white...a SNIFTER o' vino

Real Stemware for that florally house white...a SNIFTER o' vino

The reason I am posting this is because we’ve all decided that we need a fix and there is a gang going on Sunday at noon – care to join???  We’ll be ones, slurping roasted oysters and drinking cold ones on the deck at Gilhooleys…;-)

Banana, Coconut, Chocolate Chip Muffins

 Yes I found another winner from a wonderful foodie.. http://fortheloveofcooking-recipes.blogspot.com/  I have found so many great recipes here and this one was no exception!!  The original recipe did not have the coconut but in my brain it seamed like a perfect addition to a recipe that will be made over and over again!!

Banana, Coconut,  Chocolate Chip Muffins
1 3/4 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 egg
1/2 cup of vegetable oil
1/2 cup of vanilla yogurt (I used low fat)
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 large, very ripe bananas
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 Cup coconut flakes and sweetened – reserve a handful for the tops.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Coat a muffin tray with cooking spray. In a large bowl, mix the flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda, coconut, white sugar and brown sugar until well combined. In another bowl, mix the egg, oil, yogurt, vanilla and mushed bananas until mixed thoroughly. Slowly combine the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients without over mixing. Add the chocolate chips and fold them into the batter.  Just before putting them in the oven add coconut flakes to the top.  Bake for 20-22 minutes or until golden brown and a tester inserted into the muffin comes out clean. Cool on a rack then serve with butter. Enjoy!

** By the way these freeze very well.  This recipe made 18 muffins and most of them went into the freezer for the morning “Grab and Go” !!

 

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Just send me to the damn principal’s office, would you?

Do little kids scare you?  If not, they should.  Well, cause then I wouldn’t be alone.  And I hate to be alone.  So please, be afraid with me.

I have to volunteer in monkey’s pre-school class tomorrow morning and it freaks me out.  I mean, I like my kid.  But strange kids, especially in large numbers, just freak me out.  And they’ll all be looking at me to teach them something.  Gah.  

Whenever I’m surrounded by the lollipop gang, I get all nervous and I stutter and overlook perfectly obvious stuff and then the teachers look at me like I’m a nutcase, which is true, but they don’t have to be so superior about it, and really, all I wanted to do was be a good mom and not make monkey feel like the only loser kid whose mom never comes in and helps out, cause he’s gonna have enough trouble with me as his mom once he realizes other moms don’t swear all the time and walk around outside in their pajamas in the afternoon so that everyone in the neighborhood wonders if she’s on permanent disability, and I just want to do this one sane thing for him now, so later I can point back to it and say ‘See, Mama is too normal.’   I’m gettin’ hives just thinking about it.  

You know my ass doesn’t fit on those little bitty chairs, and my knees pop when I bend down, and I can’t see the chalkboard because I haven’t been to the eye doctor for a new prescription.  I’m already exhausted and my stomach is starting to hurt.

Oh fuck.  I just realized that tomorrow is Show & Tell and the letter is Q.  Q.  Perfect.

Tightrope Act…the fine line

There is a fine line between fun and stress, so my blog posts have been coming out at a snails pace, because I don’t really feel like I have much to say.  A story here, a story there, but very uninspired.  So I apologize for all the Oldies but Goodies that I keep pulling out of the hat.  I plan to become  inspired shortly.  There is a lot on the horizon for me, both personally and in business.

My life has been full of deadlines lately…
A lot of “I need this yesterday” or “Hey, what ya doing? Can you take a look at this?” at work, with jodycakes, at home…

On the cake front, jodycakes is re-inventing itself.  Since my move back to Texas, I have been inundated with a lot of orders for people that have dietary restrictions…A LOT.  I am shocked because in Cali, a lot of people eat Vegan/Gluten/Dairy free because it’s trendy, not ‘cos they have Celiac’s or allergy issues.  I truly thought that I would be doing the whole Paula Deen thing with all of my cakes – you know, using 2 lbs of butter and that is before the butter cream icing.

Last weekend, I did a Gluten Free naughty cake for a guy who was going out to a deer lease…yeah, 3 guys heading out to the woods for the weekend, with a cooler full of beer and a boob cake.  I, like anyone, who is a business owner, sometimes question the validity of my existence in what I do…but just when you think you’re not the greatest at what you do, the Universe KNOWS to pick you up.

I received an email from the guy, with pics that said this:

Hey Jody
 Your cake was a HUGE success. The Birthday Boy is the one in the blue shirt.
 I think you can tell how much fun everyone is having.
 Best quote was from (birthday boy)!…. Man, I am not used to people doing things like this for me!
 I hope that makes you feel as good as it made me feel!
 Thanks Again!
So it is always nice in this busy world to hear feedback from someone…especially if it brings such pleasure.
On the work front, layoffs/payfreezes are imminent – so it’s always scary when you work for “The Man”.  My boss is good at keeping us abreast of the lastest, but it unnerves me to no end, when Houston, is finally feeling the economy crunch that has been hitting the rest of  the country already.  One of the reasons I moved back to Houston, was because the oilfield patch seemed to be buffering said crunch…but not so much anymore.
Mr. G is plugging away at work too.  They normally work 55-65 hours a week, but his company has cut everyone’s hours EXCEPT HIS to 45 hours a week.   This is such a blessing, but it stresses him out to no end.  I feel bad because he ends up with NO life at all – and then there is me, sucking every second that he has free from Saturday night to Monday morning…Hey G, thank you for all that you do – I absolutely adore you! 
We have had something happening EVERY.SINGLE.WEEKEND for the last 8 weeks…and another weekend full of BBQ Cookoff, Quincenaras, …guess, I should learn to say no.
A very positive thing that I have to mention is that we have never really lived beyond our means.  Luckily for us, Mr. G is the monetary brains of the family and curtails spending to what we have without becoming overextended in credit land.  A lot of people who work the type of overtime that he works, get screwed…they go out and buy all the toys and end up to their eyeballs in debt and don’t know how to cope once their pay/hours are taken from them.
We plan to be debt free very soon and for that I am grateful.  Hopefully after we get all the green card stuff sorted out, we’ll be able to take a proper honeymoon.  And in the words of Jimmy Buffet, we wanna fly to St. Somewhere…
We also have some big changes coming up in the next 6 months in our living arrangements…he was kind enough to humor me to look at houses last weekend.   Wasn’t I just speaking about living beyond my means?!?  Oh, okay, you’re right.  Probably not gonna move to the Heights anytime soon, so we’re leaning towards the possibility of moving back into our rental property, as the tenant will be vacating soon.  That’s good because we’ll be saving the dough there too.    Plus we’ll both be much closer to our jobs and closer to town…thank GOD FOR THAT!

 

While I was searching for homes online, I searched the neighborhood of our very first house (rental) because we really liked living there.  The first house to pop up as sold was the VERY SAME HOUSE we lived together in 2001.  We couldn’t afford to buy it then but it had so many great memories and looking at the pictures online bummed me out that it had just sold last week.  I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
Also, a huge huge HUGE thank you to everyone that has been so uber supportive regarding his mom!  The good juu juu vibes are awesome…we truly appreciate it.

So with that said, I will try to be MORE  INSPIRED and get something out to you that will have you laughing for days…or perhaps I will leave that to Lindaloohoo????!!!

How do you alleviate stress??

2009 is shaping up to be a very stressful year and in an effort to stay not only sane but healthy I am working on ways to alleviate my stress.   There are a number of things that I love to do that really help BUT in these tougher economic times I am forced to find more cost effective ways to reduce my stress level.  Gone for now are the massages, facials, trips to to the mall to buy something that I really do not need.   Truthfully I am OK without these little indulgences BUT I still need to find ways to “bring me down from the ceiling”   My stress level is way down from where it was a number of years ago.. I guess my “personal” cleanse really helped… (for the new readers that means getting a divorce, cutting ties with the “woman who birthed me” and walking away from a very large and successful business all in a very short time)

Look at Lexi’s sweet yummy little face..”My Therapist” – http://www.wheresmydamnanswer.com/WP02/2009/02/05/therapy-update-damn-are-we-doing-great/

Hit the gym and either take a spin class or treadmill…

Go for a walk

Pray and remind myself all the incredible things that I have in my life.  Show gratitude.

Have a nice big glass of Red Wine

Play music from the 80′s and sing at the top of my lungs

Experiment in the kitchen

Take a nice long and hot bath

These are some of the ways that I reduce my stress level.

How do you reduce your DAMN stress level?

Who’s in da DAMN House Wednesday? – Rude Cactus

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Introduction by our very own Kristy:

Our next guest is one that I LOVE reading every day. Seriously! If you don’t read him … you are missing out big time. His name is Chris and his blog is called Rude Cactus. He is the daddy of two beautiful kids, MiaBean and Owen and has a lovely wife Beth (who’s blog I also read daily). I love the fact that the Rude Cactus blog is so honest and I love that he gets hate mail even more. Yes, you read that right, I’m jealous of his hate mail. I think if you get trolls and hate mail that you must certainly have reached through the computer screen and shaken someone up enough to have them care about what you have to say – be it good or bad – that’s a job well done. The idea of having Chris be one of our guests actually came after his two letters post. I jokingly said that he should guest post for us sometime so we could get hate mail too and he kindly said he would. That’s what got me to thinking that the guest posting idea could be something that would be cool on many levels for everyone involved. So, I guess it’s kinda his fault that we have finally put the weekly guest column into effect.

So I should really stop blabbering and let him get on with his post. While this post probably won’t bring us much hate mail … I love that he’s got a question for all of us to help him with. It’s right along with what this blog is actually about. I now present you with … CHRIS CACTUS …

So, the lovely ladies at WMDA asked me to come up with a guest post. No pressure, you don’t need to worry about being brilliant was the implication. I can assure you I won’t be. Though there is pressure. One of the things I so admire about WMDA is the willingness to try new things. Apparently they thought having a moderately insane dad-blogger who usually harnesses his own bizarre stream of consciousness to write come up with something for our site was the new thing they wanted to take a shot at this week. I’m sure they’re rethinking that now. But it really is that try something new attitude that I wanted to talk about.

See, I have two kids. One of them eats everything in site. The other one? Not so much.

My one year-old son seems to take offense to the fact that there is actual food out there he hasn’t ingested. Like, it’s a cardinal sin for food to exist outside his round little tummy. Handfuls of food disappear into his face never to be heard from again. (Well, that isn’t exactly true.) My three and a half year old daughter, though, is just not interested.

We’ve started a daily challenge – try something new everyday and you will be richly rewarded. Or given a couple of Skittles. We’re not above bribery at Chez Rude Cactus. But invariably when we put something new in front of her, she looks at us as if we’re asking her to consume one of Cinderella’s little mouse friends. Horror! And it’s not like we’re playing Fear Factor: The Home Game or anything. We’re not asking her to eat pan-fried monkey brains or llama balls. We’re talking carrots or peas or – god forbid – rice.

And to be fair to her, she has done a pretty good job. We’ve heard healthy doses of explanations like but I already like the things I’ve already tried but we have indeed seen progress. But while our daughter takes the tiniest bite of corn known to man and considers it a victory, our one year old can often be seen chowing down on salad. With dressing. Seriously.

So while I’ve got you all here, I’ve got to ask those of you who are parents a DAMN question.

How do you get your kids to eat?

Thanks for reading. And thanks to WMDA for allowing me to scribble all over a site other than my own.

Cupid loves lesbians, even the hetrosexual married ones

Have you ever had a friend that you just adore and she tells you for months about her wonderful husband and then you meet him and wonder if your friend knows she’s married to a gay guy?  

That’s me and Hubunit in reverse.  I kinda have the lesbian look going right now, and not the pretty lipstick lesbians on The L Word, but more like the granola, probably doesn’t shave under her armpits, kind of lesbian.  Those lesbians don’t have their own TV show.  Except for maybe Buck in United States of Tara.  I’m not sure if that counts, because Buck actually thinks he’s a guy and his manly parts just got blowed off in ‘Nam.   Anyway, Buck is kinda the look I have going on right now, so I’m glad I thought of that analogy.  Except I may have lost my man parts in a different kind of accident.  Like this one time, I was hunting weird little quail birds with my friend Dick and I forgot to keep my eye on his gun . . . BAM.  Livin’ la vida lesbian.

Thankfully, Hubunit likes lesbians, so we still had a great Valentine’s Day.  I read this article about how couples need to resurrect the art of dating in their long term relationships, so I planned this awesome evening for Hubunit and kept it a surprise for weeks.  He knew something was going on, but not what. 

I have a friend, Leslie, who happens to be an out-of-this-world professional chef.  You can check out her website here.  I hired her to come to our house and give us a private cooking lesson.  She and I discussed the menu for days, which means she suggested stuff and I said ’ewww’ or ‘ahhhh’ until we had an acceptable list.  Then she did all the shopping and showed up in her chef outfit at our house while Hubunit was dropping monkey off at a friends. 

Now, remember how a few days before, Hubunit surprised me by holding up an apron and telling me that’s what he wanted to see me in for Valentine’s?  Sure.  I put it on.  And when he walked in the door, Leslie was hiding and I was there in all my glory and a ruffley hostess apron that my grandmother made before I was born.  Ok, because I’m a lesbian, the glory was really tight jeans and a longsleeved black top, because black is slimming.

And Hub was so excited that he yelled ‘Wahoo, where are the strippers?’  Wait.  What?  Yeah, he did.  But he was kidding.  I think.

So we popped open some kind of chi chi white wine with french grapes from a small harvest in Napa, and set to cooking.  This was our menu:

  • Chimichuri Sauce & french baguette
  • Portobello Mushrooms stuffed with spicy sausage, garlic and mascarpone cheese
  • Mustard and Spice rubbed Seared Ahi served over Herbed Red Quinoa and topped with raddichio and slow roasted cherry tomatoes, with some kind of a balsamic vinegar reduction.
  • Red Wine Poached Pears with Mascarpone Cheese

And because I completely suck as a food blogger, I took NO PICTURES.  Don’t ask me how this is possible, because this was the most amazing, beautiful, delicious and sophisticated food I’ve ever eaten.  And this redneck lesbian enjoyed every single bite.  I would have smeared it all over Hubunit’s chest and licked it off if Leslie hadn’t been there. 

On top of the excellent food, we had a fabulous time.  There was wine, sharp knives, a ruffled apron and salsa music.  Really, what more could a guy ask for on Valentine’s Day?

After Leslie left, Hubunit thanked me by saying it was the best gift he’s ever received in his whole, entire life.  Then he said, originally, he was really hoping for strippers, but this was way better, and what kind of a guy did that make him?  Uh.  My kind, thank you very much.

Who says lesbians don’t know how to party?  Ok.  Probably nobody says that, cause all the lesbians I’ve known, kinda rock.

Apply That to My Hips Pasta

So years ago, when I lived in San Clemente, CA, I met a guy … isn’t that how all crazy stories start?

Actually, the guy I met was a neighbor. He was from Italy and I LOVED listening to him speak ALMOST as much as I loved eating his food. One day when we were all sitting out by the pool, he told me he’d teach me how to make one of his pasta dishes. I’m not dumb .. this man could COOK. I took him up on it and supplied the wine it would take for me to learn as well. What? You can’t cook pasta without sipping wine in my book!

Years later, I can’t recall his name … but I can definitely remember the dish he taught me. I used to make it all the time until my hips wouldn’t fit through the door ;-) . Seriously, I stopped making it when we went on a diet (much to Ron and Zac’s disappointment as it’s their FAVORITE). I told them that we’d start a new tradition on New Years Eve and that I’d start making it once a year for them as a treat since we don’t really go out for NYE.

So here’s the recipe passed down through generations in my old neighbors family. I lovingly call it, “Apply That to My Hips Pasta”.

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Ready to make it? Here we go.

:: pour self glass of wine ::

  • 1 lb. bacon
  • 1/2 of a white onion
  • 5 sprigs of basil
  • 5 cloves of garlic (2 will be pressed – 3 to be fried)
  • 3 small tomatoes
  • 1 can tomato sauce
  • 2 tsp oregeno
  • 1tsp kosher salt
  • 1 tsp crushed red pepper (2tsp or more if you want to turn up the spice factor)
  • 1/4 tsp garlic pepper
  • 1/4 Cup of water
  • 3/4 Cup of heavy whipping cream
  • pine nuts

Before I get started. I have to brag. Ron and Zac got me the BEST kitchen gadget ever. I have trouble using my food processor sometimes because it makes everything so small (and sometimes like mush). They got me this and I MUST say this is probably my favorite thing in the kitchen right now. It’s a multi chop from William Sonoma. I love that it takes just a minute to chop up all my stuff. Here’s what it looks like:

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Check out the tomatoes in the bottom … and the onions … I love that they are all so uniform. It makes the OCD in me HAPPY.

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Back to our lesson. :: sips wine ::

Take the bacon out of the packaging and slice it so that you get little strips/bits of bacon. Put them in your pan and cook them until they are crisp. Drain the fat. Add the white onion and caramelize the onion with the bacon.

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Once the onions are soft, add the chopped tomatoes, chopped basil (save a little for finale), fresh pressed garlic, oregano, salt, garlic pepper and crushed red pepper.

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Let everything simmer together and wait for anyone in your house to come down and ask, “what are you cooking?”. Seriously, the house will smell fabu about this time. :: sips the wine ::

Once everything kind of gels together (about 5 min), you will add the tomato sauce. Once the tomato sauce is blended in with everything (about 5 min), add the heavy whipping cream. Here’s a photo of what the coloring should resemble at this point.

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Let the sauce simmer on low while you cook the fettuccine. This will also keep everything nice and warm until you’re ready to serve. (Secret tip: Take a little taste and if you want the sauce to be a little spicier … add just a couple of dashes of tobasco.)

:: pours another glass of wine ::

In a sauce pan, fry up slices of garlic in a little olive oil and once they are brown, put the garlic chips on a paper towel to drain off the excess oil. They will be nice and crispy when it’s time to plate the dish.

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In the same pan, wipe out the excess oil and toss in a couple handfuls of pine nuts and brown them. Not too dark, but just a golden brown. I don’t measure these. I love pine nuts so I pretty much just eyeball it.

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Once the fettuccine is done, drain it and put it into a large bowl. Slowly add the sauce and stir it in. Plate it and then add a couple of the garlic chips, some of the remaining basil and sprinkle some pine nuts over the top.

:: opens a fresh bottle of wine for dinner :: oops …

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Oh man … my mouth is so wishing it were New Years again just typing it. You will LOVE this dish.

It was a dark and stormy night…well, that’s how all good stories start.

In a recent post, I ranted talked about how it would be nice for you to learn a few “get around” words and phrases whilst traveling abroad – you know things like “Hello…Thank You…How much for a glass of wine?”  or the ever popular “I fell down drunk last night in your cobbly streets and have now sprained my ankle, and need the freaking doctor”  (True story…that has NEVER happened to me).

While I was stationed in Iceland, I grabbed a “hop” over to Germany to meet a friend to go skiing in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, about 90 klicks SW of Munich.  However, in true military style and because you only pay $5.00 for  a ride, you go WHEN THEY GO…which meant, I jumped on a C-130 at 10:30 PM, with what seemed like a million hour flight in a jump seat.  I arrived at the NATO Airbase in Geilenkirchen, Germany and hopped on the very last train to Munich.

I was about the only person on the train…on what would be an all night affair, having to change trains in Stuttgart.   I slept most of the way – had already changed out of my uniform, and was ready for a fun weekend.

When I arrived in Stuttgart, it was middle of the night, so the trains were only running every hour or so – it was so dark and cold and it began to rain.  Nothing open, no vending machines, nowhere to go…except sit and wait.   Out of the shadows, a young woman walked onto the platform.  It was so very awkward, her and I sat there…just staring at the tracks or the LED station board that was not about to change anytime soon.  When the train finally arrived, we actually both boarded the same car. 

After we settled  in, she looked over at me and smiled.  Okay, not a horror flick…I won’t be killed.  I smiled back. 

She then asked me a question in German.  I looked at her, quizzically and raised my finger, as if to say, One minute please. 
I actually had the precursor to the Nintendo DS in my bag – it had games and I had actually bought some type of translater disk that slid into the side.  I turned it on…raised my hand for another second and hit the button for the German translator – the screen went wonky and my double AA’s decided to go dead!  DAMN IT!

I smiled and showed her the screen.  She looked puzzled.  She asked me if I spoke Italian, then.  I said no, defeatedly.  I sat for a second and then had an A-HA moment!  I said to her, “Parlez vous français?” and she smiled, larger now, as she moved up to the row in front of me…”Oui, oui…je parle français…” and then she introduced herself.  She said that her french was very rusty, and we fumbled through the first hour of conversation. 

Come to find out, she was Italian, working for a Dutch Company in the north of Germany and was on her way home for a break.   
Into our second hour, she became very excited, as she said her “school French” was all coming back to her and she couldn’t believe it after all these years!!!  We talked about family and our boyfriends, all sorts of topics…

As the train pulled into Munich…the early morning hustle and bustle had begun with commuters.  She stood up, took my hands and squeezed them, while she said “Enchante” and kissed me on both checks before walking onto the crowded platform.   I shook my head in disbelief.  What I thought would end up being the longest night of my life, was probably one of my most memorable nights ever spent traveling, with someone just like myself.

Hang Over Cures… What’s Yours?

I recently had way to much Killer Red wine – Hmmmm..

From what I recall it was either Silkwood “Red Duet” or Hunt Cellars “Unforgettable Merlot” or was it Montes “Alpha Cab”?  Actually, I think it was ALL THREE…

Well needless to say the next morning my head was pounding and my world was spinning. I posted how crappy I felt on Face Book and the suggestions I got were great.

Here are some of them:

Pedialyte and a Banana

Tylenol or Aleve prior to going to bed

B-12 prior to going to bed

Big glass of water before bed and right when you rise and shine in the AM. **Not sure about the shining part as the only shiny thing I saw was the Toilet.

So here’s my question… What is your DAMN hangover cure??

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