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mistake after Mistake

While the brisket was slow cooking we went to the pub Their brisket was already done, that was the rub. I said to my woman, can I have a bit of this grub? That was my biggest mistake, it was a giant flub. Although she said yes, she was pouting in a bit. I recognized the sign of her bad side, she can be a chit. grabbed the biggest beer I could find, and she threw a fit. Knew now that the rest of my night was going to be full of grit.

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