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And this is why I drink . . .
RIC: It’s the day before Halloween.
ME: We call that Devil’s Night.
RIC: We should definitely do something Halloween themed for dinner; ghoulish.
ME: That sounds great. Maybe ribs since they are on the bone?
RIC: Not really in the mood for ribs.
ME: How about torn up pieces of ham? They look like flesh and can be served with . . .
RIC: Ham is not my favorite. I am thinking more guts-like.
ME: Oooh! I know! Linked sausages with . . .
RIC: No. Thinner.
ME: Don’t say it.
RIC: In a blood-red sauce.
ME: Please, no.
RIC: With pieces of meat in the sauce.
ME: Nope. Not gonna do it.
RIC: Very ghoulish.
ME: Please, no.
RIC: I know, spaghetti!
ME: Open the wine.
RIC: Red wine, of course.