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Nonfic-Jen@jenyetagain.bsky.social |
Every Kennedy has barbecued dog actually. Whenever Joe Kennedy would smuggle a truckload of moonshine whiskey across the Canadian border the whole clan would grill up a golden retriever by the side of the road. As they rose in station it eventually became a poodle, or even a shar pei at cookouts.
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