
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for my birthday on Saturday. Now I know. You’re all invited.
It’s called poop, Ned….
the fuck with everything else in this picture, all I see is the plate of Katz’s pickles. Oh man. WANT
Yup.
Yum, I ate there and could barely manage half of my sandwich but it was so good. I ate the rest later after a long drive...
I’ve been searching ages for the right words to descirbe Katz’s, and I think Ned hit it on the head right here. Welcome...
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