Oh dear! Moist strips of chicken teriyaki, why do you dominate every waking moment of my existence? Dripping oriental majesty, arousing my buds of taste, you’ve gained the unparalleled favor of the harmonica of my mid-section. Sing to me chicken teriyaki. I want you to. Will you do it for me? Oh! Moist strips of chicken [...]
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