Meatballs everywhere...

So I have this gallbladder problem which prohibits me from knoshing on anything meaningful. My wife has a niece who needed to pick up some furniture at Ikea in Paramus NJ, the urban equivalent of a gallbladder. Store is filled with thousands of voracious shoppers their carts overflowing with wooden clothes hangers, unassembled furniture and impulse buys...the place is a Disneyworld for shopping junkies and freaks who like to use a screwdriver. Anyway, back to the gallbladder...as we are checking out we see giant signs and large hanging photos for Ikea's fine culinary products, hotdogs, soups and last but not least...ahhhh...Swedish meatballs.


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May I mangle a quote from Buckaroo Banzai and the Eighth Dimension, "remember, no matter where you go, there they are...".
Galli