Thats no contest. It's like comparing a fine, tender, "melt-in-your-mouth" steak to Mickey D's ground beef. No competition.
Now I'm hungry, dammit...
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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