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This was posted by a woman. And I think it's very funny. She says, you have to be a woman to understand this.

Here's the first post.

I'm tired of crying in my room.

I miss crying in trains, libraries, cafes, and bars.

I get that.

And here's the second one.

There's a picture of one of the actresses from Orange is the New Black, and she's behind bars on a really nasty looking bunk in a cell.

And it's supposed to be death row.

Guard, what would you like for your last meal?

Woman, I don't know.

What do you want?

Ah, my question. I don't know. What do you want? My wife doesn't do that to me. She doesn't say, what do you want when we're at a restaurant,

which we haven't been to? And I can't remember how long, but she will try and would prefer

that I try whatever she's got. And that does not stop as many times if I talk to her about it. Kevin does that. I'd be like, what do you feel like having for dinner tonight? What do you feel like having? Well, I feel like having that famous dish known as empty calories called pasta. Well, I don't feel like having that. What do you feel like having? I don't know. What do you feel like having? It drives me crazy. I'll tell you what. I'm going to start calling my pasta dishes, lonely guy spaghetti, because I've noticed the only time I eat them in the house is when I'm all alone. That's why since we've been locked down, I've just been cooking what I feel like cooking. And they can feel like eating it or not because I just got tired of trying to get a consensus on what we were going to have. Yeah, I remember. That took you over three months to come to, though. Yeah. But you know, I'm there. I made something yummy the other night. Yeah. And I put it down on the table and everyone was like, what is that? I said, that is what I felt like cooking.

Mm, dig in. Does it need salt? I salted it before I cooked it. And that's just what I'm doing.

Do you remember what it was? Oh, it was delicious. Yeah. One of caramia's favorite things is Italian sausage.

So, you know, I don't want to always make it like with pasta and stuff. So I took it.

I chunked it up and tossed it in a giant bowl with thinly sliced potatoes and chopped shallots and

some fresh garlic and salt and pepper and olive oil and balsamic vinegar and then

roasted it in a 425 degree oven on a sheet pan for like 50 minutes that sounds good it was

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