The Strack & Van Til is a place, that oftentime, I find myself frequenting.
I have no choice, I rather not gander down to the East Side of chicago because stopsigns & no lights make this girl, *me* X go crazy.

So I drive to the Strack, as I've come to call it.

I am welcomed into the store with a cops back to me, bypassing the cart section, and right hand wall littered with notices, of missing dogs, or cats, or some backyard breeders "offering" of chihuahuas or teacup this or that.  Thought teac...
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