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By kwayner3

All He Wants to do is Fish

-The Replacements

Jimmy and I cooked a fantastic dinner after a weekend filled with entirely too much fast food. Such is the frisbee tournament life. We had homemade fried fish (well, frozen, not self-caught), salad with marinated chicken in it, and mashed potatoes, topped off by milk out of wine glasses and leftover birthday cake.

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