The Crusty Café exists because the last time I went to withdraw money from my bank account to pay for a much needed vacation and the teller, instead, gave me five dust balls I knew I had to improvise if I wanted to stay sane. So, with my dust balls in hand I drove to the boarder of imaginary and reality and traded them for a fixer upper of a lost diner. And now as I try to continue thriving in this world of madness I'll try to save your sanity and mine by offering a menu of various humor.
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