this weekend the holbrooks partied hard at the lentil festival.
we ate lentil ice cream.
You have to taste it to believe it, I think.we listened to yodeling cowboys in neck ties.
you can even buy custom-made bouquets of dried wheat, feed to your llamas in your back yard with, I suppose.
Tina, you fat lard! Come get some DINNER!and then we sat around while my Holbs took a phone call.
It smelled like vinegar outside. I don't suppose that has anything to do with Lentils, though.
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