Dex, as he cream cheeses his baguette: "You cannot talk me into eating fish."
Me: "oh"
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2 comments:
I'll have his!
I also tried to talk Eliot into taking a bite of salmon, and he was not having it. Justin was able to convince him to try it, he did, and he said he liked it, but when asked if he'd like further tastes he firmly responded, "No thank you."
Way to go, Dexter. Always fishbones in fish. Always. Exception: Tuna out of cans and fishsticks. -- How are the eyes?
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