I just ate spaghetti and meatballs.
When my brother was in the Army National Guard, his unit travelled to Wales to train with a Scottish Highlander unit. Many of the soldiers wouldn't eat in the Scottish mess, so ate at a restaurant in town. His sergeant said to him one day that he was going to screw up his courage and eat in the mess that day. My brother saw him at the restaurant that night.
"Sergeant, I thought you were going to eat in the mess tonight," my brother said.
"I was, sir. I got in line and saw the menu. Spaghetti and meatballs. Well, I wasn't going to get too excited about that. There are a lot of ways to mess up spaghetti and meatballs. I thought that they had probably overcooked the spaghetti. Or maybe it had sat around too long. I wasn't going to get my hopes up. I moved forward through the line, and I saw the spaghetti being served. It looked all right. I was starting to get my hopes up. I was drooling a little. I got some on my plate. It looked perfect. I moved down the line. I got some meatballs on my plate. I reached the end of the line. I asked the cook, 'where's the sauce?' He replied, 'Can't you read? It says spaghetti and meatballs, it doesn't say anything about sauce!' Then I found out that the meatballs were actually muttonballs."
I will be more precise. I just ate spagetti and meatballs and tomato sauce.
Davros, Attorney and Pieces of Law
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