If, after all the bubbly, & all the eggnog, all the turkey, & the green beans, & the pumpkin pie à la mode, the leftovers, the bickering, & the leftovers, & the Tums, you can’t fathom why an 8-buck dinner of brats & kraut with peppers & a baked potato (plus salad)

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at a roadside joint in Salina that seems to be advertising really bad tandoori

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would be the biggest & loudest of gut bombs, you don’t know Globeater.