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All menus are gland menus if you think about it
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I remember the days; those barbecue dinners at the end of the summer, the days shortening gradually as summer gave way to fall. My dad would fire up the grill and cook a sizzling steak as I pondered the coming season, reflecting on the eternal passing of nature. We would eat the meal in pensive silence, drenching our food in "reccomendable" sauce. Those were good times.

Bottoms Up!
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Hey there fliends! It's Friday, so tomorrow we get the day off over here at the hard-working Engrish "Happy-Time Surprise Work Zone." You know what that means: Kick back, relax, and pour one out (if that's your thing)!