by Reese Millridge I don’t know about you, but sometimes, in my house, I feel like a short order cook.  Hamburgers range from the consistancy of a hockey puck to so bloody you’d think it was a crime scene.  Eggs are eaten so runny I don’t know why we even bother to cook them or so dry if you turned on the ceiling fan they would disappear like dust. Bacon Wrapped Jalapenos offer the...
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