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By the time this former chicken breast is ready to go into my game day jambalaya, it will be Colt meat!

Also: Did I tell you I can haz pneumonia? Well, I can haz pneumonia. And duz. But steadfastly refuse to die until after the victory parade on Tuesday, which I will go to, even if marquisdd has to superglue me into his antique wheelchair like Freddy Lounds.