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[May. 17th, 2008 ~ 05:45 pm] |
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Gabriel, your name's Secret Meaning is... "Addicted to Hot Dogs"
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*bites her lip to stop the giggles*
But what sort of hot dog? A good all Angus beef dog?
You know I like you, right?
That's awful nice of you to say, ma'am.
Like me enough to give me hot dogs?
I'm pretty sure we can rustle some of those up. I like a good weenie roast.
Who doesn't? Nobody I know.
Well, that's not true. I got a couple brothers who prolly think it's beneath 'em.
Well, they can't be much fun then. Weenie roasts are great. And s'mores.
Ma'am, you are talkin' my language like a native.
What can I say, Mr. Gabe? I love a good campfire and some good food.
I'm a pretty good hand at roastin' marshmallows, if I say so myself.
That so?
Maybe we'll have to clean out the fire pit and have us a cook out.
You gimme the time and place, I'm there. | |