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Decades ago, a friend and I owned a small café. I wanted to paint on the side of the building, “Eat here and get gas.” But, sadly, I never did do that.
(We also sold gasoline, in addition to the other organic kind.)
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It’s all about sphincter control. Yeah, the odors coming from your behind may offend your passengers, but the point is to make it home before the chili erupts, and it will…
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It does kind of go without saying, as the kids would say.
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Eat our chili and Runza to the bathroom.
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“Runza to the bathroom.” Well, you will have a good tailwind to propel you along.
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Runzas are supposedly an immigrant thing — probably in much the same way as chop suey or modern pizza. They originated in Nebraska, like…uhh, like… well, anyway, they are kind of what Hot Pockets might be like if they had some small degree of authenticity.
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