i was making a chicken soup with kniedelach when the glass of milk i was drinking spilled into the soup. i was debating whether i could eat an isur dirabanon when my son walked in with pork chops. his yeshivah had given it to him and he tripped and the trief went flying, youy guessed it.. right into the soup. i was debating if i could eat a oinays when the entire soup fell on the floor from a football thrown from the livingroom. unfortunately it fell on my dog which is now buried in the backyard. moral of the story: dont get a dog
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