The other day I was putting away some donated groceries that one of my girlfriend's nurses had brought by. One of the cans was large and white, with bold black print: "CANNED BONED CHICKEN FULLY COOKED."
That's right, I thought. I'm fully cooked. I'm fed up. I'm more than just warming up, I'm done.
Or maybe I'm just better than half-baked.
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