Tonight we had
Manwich. . . and not the kind with the
toned body and the
eyes that smile at you. Not the kind where you can stare for hours as the
drool dribbles down your chin and
floods your cubicle at work. But the kind I'm talking about is definitely hot, juicy and
beefy (even though it was ground
turkey, with green beans and corn-on-the-cob
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