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My dad buys weaners and fattens them up and then when they're feeling all smug and self satisfied he shoots them while they're eating their breakfast.
The last one was named boris. When we talk to dad we ask how Boris is going (besides being the most tender tasty beef ever), and he always says, "he's just lying around in the freezer".
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