There is a restaurant in Lincoln that I refuse to go to. It starts with the letter T and is near sixteenth street.
Anyway, this is the story:
Any moons ago... In a land called Nebraska..
There was a restaurant... Myself and a group of friends used to frequent this restaurant often. Usually dropping between $50-$150 per visit. That is probably a small amount compared to what was spent when the family got together.
Anyway, one of the times I went with the family an unfortunate event occurred. I was beginning to enjoy my enchiladas when I began to detect a foreign substance. Another bite and more foreign material. Now it was caught between my teeth. What was it you might ask? Steel wool!!! To make matters worse when the manager was called over he began to accuse me of placing the steel wool in my own food.
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