Sometimes I like to stand in my kitchen at 130 in the morning and snack on an incredible yet greasy hunter house cheeseburger. Don't judge me. . .
Okay...go ahead and judge me. I don't quite care because that cheeseburger was gosh darn good.
And while eating said cheeseburger, I gain 2 new best friends of the furry persuasion
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