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Posted: 02.27.2002 I'd like my sauce...on the side...
So I'm sure this has happened to just about everyone in their wild days of youth...big night out on the town...one few too many...you wake up not quite remembering where you are or where you've been...naked...and covered in an egg-mixture and flour. Ok, maybe not that last part. I've heard of going out and getting fried before, but never quite so literally. (Link thanks to Daypop.)
 Reminds me of the Seinfeld ep. where Kramer tries to use butter as suntan oil up on the roof in the summer and falls asleep. Newman looking at him like food the rest of the episode is just comedy at it's finest... heh. ¤ ¤ credit: todd | 02.27.02 at 09:35 PM | link- -this ¤ ¤
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