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Scenes From the Suburban Ghetto, Act 1

On a quiet street in a darkened neighborhood at eight o’clock at night, there’s man in a red Jazzy scooter equipped with neither headlight nor reflective tape, rolling down the middle of the street with no regard to the evening traffic. A passing motorist honks in warning.

The oblivious man in the red Jazzy scooter rolls on.

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Hi, I'm Jenn and welcome to my half-assed food blog. Here I share some recipes, lots of drinks, and talk about feeding my friends. Hope you enjoy.

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