A conversation with The Gentleman's roommate about why there was a cold, perfectly prepared pot roast in the oven this morning:
"We came back from the bar, and we were hungry."
"So, you decided to make a pot roast? At four am?"
"Yep."
"But you didn't eat any of it."
"We got hungry waiting for it to cook and made sandwiches."
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