Ah, yes, chowder, I was trying to eat my chowder at a restaurant the other evening (the one at Brownwood with the name that rhymes with Witty Hire) when a couple came inside to the hostess podium. They were either looking for a table for dinner or a place to board the dog she was carrying. They turned and walked out which was great because it saved me from lodging a complaint. I'm starting a twelve step group for
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