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I recently had a dream about visiting an all-greasy-ham resataurant. After that, even the sight of an Egg McMuffin is barfy. You are exactly what you eat.
For those forced into eating there while travelling highways, buy the Happy Meal. It’s McD’s “loss leader”- they lose money on every one sold on the assumption that some adult w/ the child will buy food as well. The Happy Meal is also smaller portions, healthier choices.

A few years back, I was in charge of a herd of about 15. This will mark you as ‘rural’ like no other.
There’s no way to really ‘call’ a goat, you have to bribe them w/ food. Lacking that, you can bend a tree branch dowm low for them to feed on. Goat tip!
About a decade ago in an uppity, clubbish St. Louis ‘burb called Ladue, one of the residents took ownership of a goat and a reportedly noisy one at that. He fought city hall like hell to keep it; wished I could’ve shaken his hand. :)

Here ‘tis… (deep breath)~

My middle name is Wayne. ARRRGH!
Anyone stuck w/ this tag in the middle their full name sounds like the stupidest, low-rent criminal ever. The sort of person that robs the conv. store at 12:15 AM, then goes back ten minutes later because they forgot beer; then gets caught.
(“The suspect was identified as Duane Wayne Kravitz, age 34…”)
Let us not forget John WAYNE Gacy. Or ‘Wayne’s World’.

I’d like to keep the inital- any suggestions? Winnebago? Warcraft? Wigger?...