I think I'm going to become a grafessional chef. I wonder if they have one of those mail order diplomas for that. Or hor hor, I'll tape it up in front of my restraunt and watch all the people pour in.
Maybe I'll get Tiny Moo Moo to slave away in the back making the food for miminin wage. I can drive by in my big VMW once in awhile to make sure he's not stealing from the till or anything.
Big Macs, cream of leche soup, um... bagel dogs... Man, I'm gonna have all the good stuff and no salad or croccoli or any of that junk. And I can just push the customers out of the way if I'm hungry, or close the place down in the middle of the day and kick them all out for no reason, just because I can.
This is gonna be cool. Guess I'll start surfing around for that diploma now.
Monday
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Hey Dennis, remember us, your old pals from back home? We remember you. And now that we've found your new website you're gonna be hearing a lot from us. We haven't forgotten what you did all those years ago... All i can say is, watch your back Dennis. I've had cows scattered in the past and I'm not opposed to doing it again. Be talkin to ya.
--The O'Mally Boys
No, I don't premember you guys at all, and besides, I only let you have my lunch money that one time because I was being nice.
But if you really want to beat me up, just go to 1132 Tiny Moo Moo's House, Molarville, Cowlands. I'm the innocent looking on with the white leather.
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