Yesterday morning, after a hard night of shenanigans, I went to eat something hearty to cure my awful hang-over. I ended up at The Halfway House (in Santa Clarita, on the way to Agua Dulce). Don't ask me why I was in that neck of the woods. Anyway, I ordered the Eggs Benedict, which i usually LOVE whilst sober... or high. But eating that usually delicious meal hung-over sort of killed it for me. At least for that day. I couldn't even finish it. What a waste. Either way, the Halfway House sorta knew what they were doing, minus the TERRIBLE service. But what else do you expect from simple country folk? Besides incest and incest.
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