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Simic almost starved to death waiting for the man who told him "our goose is cooked". I folded my napkin in preporation. And remembered what my grandma told me: "We never starved in belfast". But now everyones arived in one piece. Hoping their goose was cooked. We waited and waited. Two more guests sat down. One said " Is our goose cooked yet"? No not yet! Finally a fed up patron arose from his seat. He had to of been eighty nine. Listen he yelled: Have fun! Do what ever needs to be done. Before all of your geese are cooked! ***** waiting for it. Theres nothing we can do to change the circumstance. Believe me Im getting the first serving, I can already smell the aroma.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:07 AM UTC
Wheres the goose?
Simic almost starved to death waiting for the man who told him "our goose is cooked". I folded my napkin in preporation. And remembered what my grandma told me: "We never starved in belfast". But now everyones arived in one piece. Hoping their goose was cooked. We waited and waited. Two more guests sat down. One said " Is our goose cooked yet"? No not yet! Finally a fed up patron arose from his seat. He had to of been eighty nine. Listen he yelled: Have fun! Do what ever needs to be done. Before all of your geese are cooked! ***** waiting for it. Theres nothing we can do to change the circumstance. Believe me Im getting the first serving, I can already smell the aroma.
michael-parish
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:07 AM UTC
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