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They got this weird thing going on.
They have tthese parties and serve steaks. They save the bones and dry them out and even smoke them. They mix ground meat and pack it around the bone, and then do the same with the ground fat.
I tasted it: it was good but I was told not to encourage this sorta behavior.
They get all excited about the event and make jokes about being so poor that you'd recycle Steak bones and pack them with meat. I heard one guy say: that his father told him  when he goes to the store withhis mother, see if she's buying streaks or recyling the bones.He said that once she wanted to go buy a new bag, but didn't have enough money. So she took the money and bought cheaper ground meats and packed the bones and feed the family at 7 p.m. after the sun went down in a nearly lighted room, so they wouldn't notce the difference. Said his Dad was beered up and didn't complain.


Neigh Vader Dinner Show
Bonzo Gonzo!
The Atrractive malo 
nd Groupie Bit!
The par ttime String arranger
with a very popular Orchestra.
"She loseted interest in Me"
by Swoogie Soup-Pals

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