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Submitted:Sep 24, 2007 Reads: 278 Comments: 8 Likes: 7
He burned my bacon and my eggs were runny.
His meal made me sick and he still expected money.
When I wouldn't pay, he got pretty sore.
He shot me in the ass as I walked out the door.
I have a piece of advice for people and you better listen to what I say.
If you eat at that man's restaurant, you better make certain that you pay.
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