I send Mom to the local BBQ joint and ask her to pick up some pork and ribs for dinner. She comes back and tells me, like I'm the dumb ass, "There's no meat today, only shrimp. It's Ash Wednesday. This is a Catholic town, you know." They're a fucking BBQ place! If they're open, I'd expect them to have BBQ. In all my years living in this town, I've
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