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I was forced to get a fish fry from Mr. Pizza after an epic language fail on the part of whoever answers the phone at the Saigon Cafe around the corner. No Pattaya Catfish or hot and sour soup for me. The conversation went something like this:

Saigon Cafe Guy: ;akds;asdj;askdj;alkje;lifkjas
Me: Sorry?
Saigon Cafe Guy: lkasdjf;aiaoeja;oiefja;seij soup
Me: Come again?
Saigon Cafe Guy: ;lkajoijioafejp989023987!!!
Me: click

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142/365

This was quite a day, starting with an encounter with a Joker clearly scratching his way through this tough economy.

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I just liked this juxtaposition.

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A heavenly plate of nachos crafted by the incomparable Chef Lindsey Soroka.

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An absolutely gorgeous day on the Parkway, where we sprinted to and fro and chucked the football around. This was a terrible idea, as we’d just consumed about 6 pounds of nachos and seven beers.

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As one would expect after a day full of TV, beerz, nachos and route-running, we soon passed out.

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BILLY!

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