Nothing heals a bad day like some good Southern food. Seriously. I had the sort of day that made me pop a Xanax and a half while texting Phil that I'm not sure I could do this. It was that sort of day.
Shrimp po' boy to the rescue, Some cajun fries and cajun mashed potatoes. Sweet potato pie. It makes it all better. For serious.
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