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I remember years ago going to a chinese takeaway and ordering spare ribs, which I ate on the way home. I'd forgotten about them until walking to work the next morning when I followed a trail of bones down the street to the station. I must've been a particularly dignified sight that night.
EDIT: Oh, and for reasons I'll never know, I once woke up to the sight of my ironing board smeared with peanut butter and bread all over the floor.
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