If orange juice is made from oranges, and apple pie is made from apples--what are dog biscuits made from?
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A young woman, a bit plain and homely and certainly quite shy was confiding in a friend that that she didn't think she would ever find her soul mate.
Her friend told her that she knew of a fortune teller and potion maker down in the quarters who had done miracles for another friend and that she would be glad to take her.
Excited, blushing and with heart rapidly beating, the poor young girl agreed and that Saturday morning found herself on a bus to a very seedy side of town.
As the bus passed junkyards, second-hand stores and pawn shops, and street corners with tough looking young men loitering about, she became more and more anxious.
When the bus stopped in a block of bombed out buildings with broken windows covered with plywood it was all she could do to get off with her friend. Were it not for her desperation, she would have continued on. But, life without a soul-mate seemed worse to her than any fate she would encounter on this lonely, dismal, dead-end street.
Across the street she saw a hand drawn sign nailed next to an open stairwell on a building side:
MADAME X - FORTUNES TOLD - POTIONS SOLD.
She and her friend crossed the street and ascended the stairs. Each flight becoming creakier, darker and more threatening with each step.
Finally they arrived on the fourth floor in front of a grimy door cracked open and with a handwritten sign, Mdme X - Enter here.
As they stepped into the room they encountered a large woman, at least 6'5" and 350 pounds in a floral house dress and a yellow bandana wrapped around her large head framing her round face. The woman was wildy laughing at the top of her lungs with several gold teeth flashing as the girls came into the room.
The young girl seeking the soul mate stepped quickly and resolutely up to the loudly laughing woman and slapped her across the face.
Her companion screamed, "My God, why did you do that?"
The girl replied, "My mother taught me I should always strike a happy medium".
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A young woman, a bit plain and homely and certainly quite shy was confiding in a friend that that she didn't think she would ever find her soul mate.
Her friend told her that she knew of a fortune teller and potion maker down in the quarters who had done miracles for another friend and that she would be glad to take her.
Excited, blushing and with heart rapidly beating, the poor young girl agreed and that Saturday morning found herself on a bus to a very seedy side of town.
As the bus passed junkyards, second-hand stores and pawn shops, and street corners with tough looking young men loitering about, she became more and more anxious.
When the bus stopped in a block of bombed out buildings with broken windows covered with plywood it was all she could do to get off with her friend. Were it not for her desperation, she would have continued on. But, life without a soul-mate seemed worse to her than any fate she would encounter on this lonely, dismal, dead-end street.
Across the street she saw a hand drawn sign nailed next to an open stairwell on a building side:
MADAME X - FORTUNES TOLD - POTIONS SOLD.
She and her friend crossed the street and ascended the stairs. Each flight becoming creakier, darker and more threatening with each step.
Finally they arrived on the fourth floor in front of a grimy door cracked open and with a handwritten sign, Mdme X - Enter here.
As they stepped into the room they encountered a large woman, at least 6'5" and 350 pounds in a floral house dress and a yellow bandana wrapped around her large head framing her round face. The woman was wildy laughing at the top of her lungs with several gold teeth flashing as the girls came into the room.
The young girl seeking the soul mate stepped quickly and resolutely up to the loudly laughing woman and slapped her across the face.
Her companion screamed, "My God, why did you do that?"
The girl replied, "My mother taught me I should always strike a happy medium".
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