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Brad Kaste,
Fresh Maine lobster with melted butter, corn on the cob, and a big cup o' clam chowder. It ain't the real McCoy unless there's a little bit of sediment (sand) at the bottom. You can always spot the tourists at these joints because they freak out believing the restaurant doesn't wash their bowls properly.
As far as your proposition, I am on a wife-imposed diet. (She's an RN) I've put on fifteen pounds since Christmas, and she's got me eating garbage that would do a rabbit proud. I did get my three-mile jog in down at Ocean's Bluff this morning...
I'm thrilled that Patrice Bergeron didn't rupture his spleen. He's the heart-and-soul of the Bruins. Now, they just need the rest of the team to WAKE UP!!!
Not being much of a hockey fan,....but only a Chicago Bears fan,....I'd still like to take on Rami a friendly symbolic food bet who's gonna win the Stanley Cup. I'll put up two or three Lou Malnati deep dish pizzas (your choice of ingredients on top of course) against Bean Town's favorite pig out food.
Brad Kaste,
Fresh Maine lobster with melted butter, corn on the cob, and a big cup o' clam chowder. It ain't the real McCoy unless there's a little bit of sediment (sand) at the bottom. You can always spot the tourists at these joints because they freak out believing the restaurant doesn't wash their bowls properly.
As far as your proposition, I am on a wife-imposed diet. (She's an RN) I've put on fifteen pounds since Christmas, and she's got me eating garbage that would do a rabbit proud. I did get my three-mile jog in down at Ocean's Bluff this morning...
I'm thrilled that Patrice Bergeron didn't rupture his spleen. He's the heart-and-soul of the Bruins. Now, they just need the rest of the team to WAKE UP!!!