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|Album:||Bedtime For Democracy|
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Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner.
important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just
afford to with the prices the way they are. so I bring home some
choice cuts from my autopsy
subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and
The whole family thinks my new
meals are delicious. They ask me what's
my secret. Abby, I think they're getting suspicious. My
8-year-old keeps asking, "Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that's
in the fridge."
If they find out the truth I don't think they'll understand. Abby,
do I tell my family?
DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure
blessed and everything should be just fine.
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