I had to get this off my chest, but I can't say anything at home.
My MIL's meatloaf gravy looks exactly like the Tank's vomit. They were both on the dinner table this evening, and the resemblance was uncanny. Equally unappetizing.
That's a cruel and disgusting thing to say, but it's true, and I couldn't help it.
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