Hah! This reminds me of something that happened a long time ago... my dad loved pumpkin pie but he hated making the crust. Mom would make the dough for him. So one day he made pumpkin pie. When mom got home she asked, where did you get the crust? He said, oh, I just used the dough you had in the fridge.
And it was dough, alright. Playdough for the kids.
We didn't eat those pies.
And it was dough, alright. Playdough for the kids.

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