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Nothing wrong with a steak sandwich.

Doesn't that depend on whether or not you're the cow?

Now there's a different way to think of it.

Don't mind me, if there's one thing you know about living in Kansas -- it's steak.

Really? I would have thought it would be wheat or corn.

That too, but I've nearly run into enough cows to know the state has a lot of them. Have you ever seen what a Holstein can do to a Ferrari?

Amen.

My secretary, she thinks I can survive on salad and yogurt.

Only rabbits can survive on that stuff. Would end up being a skinny rabbit too.

She worries about my health too much. At least the salad tasted better than the muffin she tried to give me yesterday.

You know, protine is good for ya. Should remind her of that, maybe she'll let you have more steak.

My luck, she'll start feeding me nuts.

Crafty girl. Guess you better start sneakin' those sandwiches in when she isn't around.

Fortunatly she's only around when I'm at work, which is only about 100 hours a week.

Guess you better find a way to smuggle them past her then.

Hopefully this is just one of her phases. She'll move on to annoying me in some other way soon.

There is if you are Hindu.

Thankfully I am not.