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Did somebody step on a duck?
-- Rodney Dangerfield
It's What's For Dinner!
1999-11-19 13:07:36
I like beef. Everyone likes Beef. As a matter of fact, there's nothing in the world like sitting down to a well-prepared double cheeseburger with a side of fries. But sometimes, you just don't have the time for such a meal. Wouldn't it be great if someone combined the two?
The kind, caring folks over at The Cattlemen's Association (you know, the people who accidently mistook Oprah for a fattened-up cow, and tried to put her on the killing floor) know that in this hectic, fast-moving world you don't always have the time to enjoy the all-American meal. So in their secret lab kitchens, they have created some of the greatest gastronomic delights to ever to be offered to this hyper-speed world. At the top of this list, Cheeseburger Fries!
Bon appetite!
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