After my “retirement” in Arkansas and release from the ONI / MAJestic, I galloped out of the United States and made it back to China.

There, I reconnected with my GF, and we soon got married.

In those early days, I taught English one-on-one at a ESL school in downtown Shenzhen. (I needed money, and it was just there for the ‘takin’.)

Hard work thou.

Really hard. Like 12 – 14 hour days hard. Non-stop.

I liked the work, and there’s something about changing a country to live in that makes you go full-bore, all-out to rebuild your life afterwards. And I was no exception. I was moving quick and quickly became one of the most popular teachers there, and I had a lot of students.

No I didn’t teach groups. I was one-on-one.

Me, and a student, and we would converse in a “glass bubble” while others watched us from outside.

One of my first ESL students was a very Intractable 14 year old girl. You know the type; open, aggressive, pretty, and knows what she wanted. She took one look at me and just wanted ME to teach her.

But the funny thing was that she didn’t want us to go into the little private rooms. No.

She wanted me to teach her out in the open lounge area. Sure it was all glass like a “fish bowl”, all the rooms were. But she insisted on that area. I couldn’t figure out why until later.

And thus, this story.

It’s a story about modern furniture. Girls going through puberty. And me, just wanting to get a paycheck.

So here we are; in the open lounge area.

It’s all “space age”. White everything. with mirrors on the side, and glass to the curving hallway outside. The entire center was like that. Space-age white.

It was a wide open area, at a time when there were few customers. We (myself and this young student) had the entire room to ourselves. It was a big room, too. And during that time she was super flirtatious.

To me.

Ugh.

But, you know, for some background. I had just started off in a new nation, with a new wife, at a new job, and honestly…. No way in HELL was I going to even appear to do or want anything with this young hottie. And she was pretty darn attractive. She developed early, and she knew it.

Ugh!!!!!

What’s the term? Precocious, Lolita.

Nymphet. Maybe.

Other men have dealt with this, so “why me” doesn’t really apply.

But… honestly… why me?

Now this was a large white room with white tables, and they sat on these strange reflective bases. All the chairs had these bases. A strange curved cone mirror. No shit. The base was a reflective curved cone, and it acted like a magnifying glass showing the legs and more.

Unintentional, I’m sure.

But a curved mirror; effectively under each table and reflected on the actual large mirror on the walls facing the “glass observation windows”.

So… well,  when you sat down, the other person could see up your skirt and your panties. You look at your knees, and vola! you see the other persons’ crotch!

What a weird design. But that was the way it was.

Double Ugh!!!

And I noticed, because she would sit with her legs open and different panties on each class. Yuppur. She whore short – short skirts, and a school-girl top and school girl leggings. But it was those panties that I could easily see… clear as day.

Most with lettering.

• In English, the words “eat me”
• Also in English “I want you NOW!”
• And a Rolling Stones lips with tongue.

Triple Ugh!!!

Now, I am sure that she could see my crotch as well. And she would tease me, and flirt with me, and watch my crotch for action and activity.

Quadruple Ugh!!!

She would almost always come to class sucking on a lollipop, or pretending to eat this sausage / hotdog thing that they sold outside on a stick. She had a thing with this kind of stuff, and so we conducted it in this way.

I was always flustered in my classes with her.

Then her classes were wrapping up. And for show during our last class she arrived in a very seductive top, and sat down on the chair with extra special panties on. And just spent the entire full hour class flirting with me in a very direct manner.

I was so glad to get away from the school after that day.

Yeah. She had a great time teasing me.

I think it was a power-rush or something for her.

…

…

Anyways, I endured the class, and went home.

I shake my head in astonishment at the memory. As she was clearly learning how to use her charms to obtain things that she wanted. And perhaps… practicing on me.

Later on, I taught her mother how to pass an American drivers test in English. They were moving to Texas, and I really liked her mother too. She was a normal woman. But, you know it; that was an experience for the record books.

I’ll never forget that chick.

It took a lot of self-control on my part. I’ll tell you what! Not that I like that kind of stuff, so much as I am VERY VERY unused to anyone flirting with me at all. Ever. Let alone a kid.

All in all, the uncomfortable level was off the charts.

And, thankfully, I have never seen her since.

Or ever experienced that kind of overt seduction ever.

*Phew!*

She’s living in the ‘States now, Houston Texas is my guess. Ah. She can stay there. I’m sure that the USA fits her.

For me, I’m just glad that she’s gone from my life.

Today…

As we all know, the Opium War launched by Britain against China also led to the legalization of the opium trade. Opium dens were everywhere in China, which became a common phenomenon in society and corrupted the entire atmosphere.

Moreover, opium smoking was even prevalent among overseas Chinese. In the 16th chapter of his novel “The Reign of Greed”, Dr. Jose Rizal, the founding father of the Philippines, described the internal smell of the home of the overseas Chinese tycoon Niloya with a pun as “a mixture of sweat, opium and dried fruits”.

Therefore, after the establishment of New China in 1949, solving the problem of opium abuse was also on the agenda.

Chen Julai was a famous seal carver during ROC – 1980s. He once carved seals for politicians and cultural celebrities such as Chiang Kai-shek, Zhang Xueliang, Cheng Qian, and Zhang Daqian. One of his seals was sold at China Guardian Auctions for 5.4 million RMB.

Seal carving is a very lucrative profession at ROC. Therefore, he has money to smoke opium.

During the Republic of China period, many famous intellectuals and artists were keen on smoking opium, and some even became addicted to industrial drugs, including Chen Julai himself.

Even for a long time after the establishment of the PRC, Chen Julai found ways to get opium to smoke.

During the Cultural Revolution, Chen Julai was one of the intellectuals who needed to be reformed and was sent to the rural areas of Anhui for labor reform.

He ate the same food as the villagers, lived in a mud house, and worked in the fields with the villagers during the day. His opium addiction problem was miraculously overcome.

Therefore, Chen Julai is one of the few intellectuals who does not blame the Cultural Revolution – because it was during this period that he quit his drug addiction.

When Women REALIZE Their “FRIEND-ZONED MEN” Just Moved On

When Women Regret Modern Expectations is a thought-provoking video that explores the struggles women over 30 face when they haven’t found a husband and feel cheated by what society tells them.

Through real-life stories shared on TikTok, the video examines the complex issues surrounding marriage, motherhood, and career choices.

It looks at the ways in which women are redefining their roles and expectations for themselves and for the future.

This video is a must-watch for anyone interested in gender roles, societal expectations, and the impact of modern movements on women’s lives. With its honest and open dialogue,

When Women Regret Modern Expectations provides an insightful look into the lives of women and the challenges they face in today’s world.

Classic Patty Melts

Classic Patty Melts are packed with seasoned burgers, onions, mushrooms and melty cheese!

Yield: 3 full sandwiches; 6 half sandwiches

Ingredients

• 6 tablespoons butter, divided
• 1 pound ground beef
• 1 large onion, sliced
• 8 ounces sliced mushrooms, divided (optional)
• 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
• 1 teaspoon kosher salt
• 1 teaspoon black pepper
• 6 slices provolone cheese*
• 6 (3/4-inch) slices sourdough bread**

Instructions

1. Melt 3 tablespoons butter in a large skillet or on a griddle over medium heat. Add sliced onion and cook until onions are golden brown, caramelized and soft, about 15 to 20 minutes. Stir often to prevent them from burning, adding more butter if needed.
2. When onions are almost done, add half the sliced mushrooms to the skillet and cook alongside the onions until they have released all their moisture and begin to brown. Remove grilled onions and mushrooms from the pan and set aside; keep warm.
3. While onions and mushrooms are cooking, chop the remaining half of the mushrooms into a rough chop. Add mushrooms to a large mixing bowl and combine with ground beef, Worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper.
4. Form beef mixture into 3 equal size patties, pressing them out slightly larger than the shape of the bread slices.
5. Grill patties over medium high heat, pressing the patties flat with the back of a spatula to prevent them from shrinking too much. Cook patties to a medium well doneness.
6. While patties are cooking, spread butter onto one side of each slice of bread.
7. Once patties are cooked to your desired doneness, remove them from the skillet.
8. Place 3 of the bread slices buttered side down in the skillet.
9. Top each slice of bread with a slice of Provolone cheese. Then top with a grilled beef patty, then a mound of grilled onions and mushrooms, if using.
10. Add another slice of Provolone cheese and place a slice of bread on top, buttered side facing up.
11. Once first slice of bread is toasted and golden brown, use a spatula to carefully flip the entire sandwich over to grill the other slice of bread.
12. Once both slices of bread are grilled to a golden brown and cheese is melted, transfer each sandwich to a cutting board.
13. Cut each sandwich in half to serve.

Notes

* Or any type of melty cheese desired

** Or any type of bread desired

Pictures

Here’s some pictures I AI generated for illustration on the Sir Whiskerton stories.

Let’s take a look at the strength of the US military. Aircraft carrier USS Harry S. Truman recently left the Red Sea and arrived in the Mediterranean Sea. It’s currently unclear when it will return to its homeport in Norfolk, Virginia. During its mission, the aircraft carrier lost 3 military aircraft due to incidents such as “friendly fire.” The US Navy has launched an investigation into the accidents and is taking accountability actions.

In December last year, the USS Gettysburg missile cruiser, part of the Harry S. Truman CSG, shot down an F/A-18 Super Hornet in the Red Sea. The US military classified this incident as a “apparent case of friendly fire,” but did not disclose more information.

In mid-February, the USS Truman collided with a large commercial vessel in the Mediterranean, near Egypt’s Port Said. The carrier was damaged and had to sail to a US naval base for repairs. That incident led to the firing of the ship’s commanding officer.

On April 28th, an F/A-18 and a tow tractor fell overboard while the fighter jet was under tow in the carrier’s hangar bay. A sailor was forced to jump from the cockpit just before the plane went into the water.. It was reported that the carrier was making a sharp turn at the time to avoid Houthis’ firepower.

On May 6th, the same day Trump announced a ceasefire with the Houthis, another F/A-18 crashed into the sea while attempting to land back on the carrier, as the tailhook failed to catch the arresting gear during the landing.

During the US military’s strikes, the Houthis also occasionally targeted the Harry S. Truman CSG and claimed to have hit the targets. The CENTCOM typically does not publicly acknowledge these attacks, instead showing through military social media that the carrier is still operating normally and conducting exercises, seemingly to indicate that everything was good. The frequent accidents in the US military in such a short period of time are believed to be related to the intense combat with the Houthis.

Since its deployment in September last year, the Biden administration launched strikes at that time. The aircraft on the USS Truman had to continuously carry out strike missions and remained in a high-intensity combat state. After the operation ended in January this year, the Trump administration launched a new strike against the Houthis in March, with the USS Truman once again participating. This means that over 40 F/A-18 Super Hornet fighter jets on board are engaged in long-term high-density, high-intensity combat missions. The world’s top military is fighting the militia group without a clear victory, returning empty-handed from the Red Sea. That’s the “combat experience” of the US military that some people are so proud of.

As for China, my advice is not to mess with Chinese, not only because of this BBC report. According to the more “credible” media oultet Radio Free Asia, it was exposed that PLA use missile fuel to cook hot pot. The composition of rocket fuel is not a secret, and we can also imagine that if they can use this stuff to cook, how strong must their physical fitness be. Americans can barely hold out against a militia group, so where does the confidence come from to defeat these Chinese super soldiers?

The Prehistoric Time Hole No One Can Explain

For nearly 250,000 years after Homo sapiens first appeared around 300,000 years ago, archaeological evidence shows minimal cultural development: basic stone tools, rare symbolic artifacts, and little technological change. This period, often referred to as “the Long Silence” — a term that emerged in the late 20th century among researchers to describe this puzzling stagnation — lasted until about 50,000 years ago. Then, a rapid cultural explosion occurred: complex tools, cave paintings, musical instruments, burial rituals, and long-distance trade networks appeared almost simultaneously, marking the start of the Upper Paleolithic Revolution.

What situation caused you to intentionally and knowingly risk getting a criminal record?

Risked. Not gotten.

For years my stepfather was hitting my mother.

At 20 I had just gotten out of the Army. I found out he did it again.

I wasn’t a scared skinny teenager anymore.

I went up to the house. Knocked on the door. Beat the living daylights out of him.

I didn’t fare very well.

I had broken bones in my hands. Broken nose. Broken knee.

He had a broken jaw. Broken ribs.

I was arrested. Criminal trespass. Aggravated assault. Domestic violence. ( He was considered family) .

In court?

The prosecutor stated. “Mr Hansen left his residence. Walked one mile with premeditation. Forced his way into a private residence. Beat the man with no mercy in his own home.”

Yeah. That’s what I did. Yep. Glad I did it too. I would do it again.

He never laid a hand on her again. They argued like cats and dogs. Beats me why she stayed with him. He never hit her again. The police had been there before. It took a good beating to get him to stop.

Through good lawyering I walked away with nothing.

It was close though. Prison if I lost. I saw him hit her when I was 13,:15, . I know he hit her at least once while I was in the Army. My sister told me. At 20? I decided that was it.

To all the law and order folks on here. To all the badge bunnies. All the ‘lock em up and throw away the key’s” types.

Sometimes it’s the only way. Not the first pick. The last straw. It worked.

Why does China gain when they make more electrical cars?

This is Beijing in the 1990s was so polluted that people were dying from pollution.

China started by electrifying busses and public transport, and little by little, this is Beijing today

Of course it isn’t always so clear, but the difference is staggering.

Public health is why China is set on creating EV cars. Plus they are then not reliant on foreign oil and can generate energy in their own country.

U F? No.

Written in response to: “Write an open-ended story in which your character’s fate is uncertain.“

She walks up a creaky spiralling stairway to a discoloured red door with a sign that reads, “No dog but beware hangry human.”  On the other side of the door was a cramped hallway leading to the sound of microwave popcorn popping. The air tasted like dust.  A shadow of a man was cast visually appearing from the end of the hallway to the doorway. The man at the end of that shadow was tapping his foot while wearing T-Rex slippers, red boxers, and a handle bar moustache. He tilts his head, asking, “Why were you pacing out in the cold?”

Our heroine was unwrapping a pink scarf around her head to reveal little afro puffs in a line coming down the centre of her head and a daisy choker necklace. She took off a long red wool coat and cheetah spotted ski pants. Underneath were bell bottom overalls coloured like a candy cane, and a crocheted green poncho with chunky doves sticking out. She was still hyperventilating and her eyes were shut tight because her tears froze outside, sticking her eyelashes together.

The man sat her down in a bean bag chair and quickly made her some instant hot cocoa with bunny shaped marshmallows. He gave her the hot cocoa, which she held tightly in her hand for 10 minutes while he waited for her to talk on the bean bag chair adjacent to her’s. Her eyes fluttered open and she finally said, “I’m pregnant.” He went into his bedroom where she heard a muffled scream. He came out, took a deep breath, and said, “Just how did that happen? I’m trans.” She looked in the other direction and tried to get more words out, “I…”

He interjects, “Let me guess. I was visited by an Angel who told me my baby would be the second coming of Christ. I found a monkey paw which granted me wishes and I wished for you to have real sperm. No…that’s not your brand of story. Let me guess. You were abducted by aliens who impregnated you.”

She really was abducted by aliens who really did impregnate her.

She looked at him, “Ummm…actually it really was the third one.” He looks at her clenching his jaw and eyes rolling to the back of his head. He takes a deep breath and with praying hands says, “I know you have nowhere to go. I am going to get you an Uber that will take you to a Motel and I will give you enough money for one night. But that’s it. I never want to see your face again.” She bursts into tears with her head in her hands.

He goes back into his room. She stays slumped in the bean bag chair with the hot cocoa next to her. She waits an hour and 12 minutes. He comes out of the room. He says, “The Uber is here. Here is the money. Please leave.” She looks into his eyes giving him a pleading look. His face is red pleading back, “Leave!” She gets on her clothes faster than a professional stage actor, runs downstairs and dives into the Uber, where the driver already has the door open.

Upstairs, the man picks up the hot cocoa. The bunnies have somehow retained their shape but they are on opposite ends of the cup looking sad. “Must have been old marshmallows” he grumbles to himself. The bunnies float back to eachother with heads resting on one another. He pours the cocoa down the sink leaving the cup inside. He collapses on the floor wailing loudly. Then, pulls out a picture of himself with her from his back pocket. It reads, “Galilee and Gordy together 4ever.” He rips it up and throws the pieces towards the trash though most pieces land  near his foot, which he tries kicking up in the air, but is unsuccessful again. The dinosaur slipper comes off, spiralling up in the air in an arch shape. He screams just before the dinosaur slipper hits him on the head.

Galilee sits in the Uber. The Uber driver wears a fuzzy pink coat with a matching hat and heart shaped sunglasses. She smells of sunscreen. The blinding light from the sun surrounds her. It is now very warm, though the snow outside is still piled high. The uber driver is chewing gum loudly while staring at Galilee. The Uber driver offers Galilee a stick of gum flavoured like strawberries. Galilee stares into space for the length of three Mississippis then waves the gum away. The driver shrugs then introduces herself, “The name’s Honey Milky-way Moore. You’s goin’ to the Strawberry Fields Hotel? Am I goin’ anywhere’s else fo you’s? Galilee says, “How about off a cliff?”

Honey turns with her lips quivering and eyes narrowing, “Hey! What’s a matta?” Galilee laments, “You don’t care. You just want to have an excuse to charge me for extra.” Honey notices the time already going in the Uber. She smashes the machine breaking it. Honey says, “Ain’t nothin’ more important than everybody keepin’ everybody safe.” Galilee sighs, “You wouldn’t believe me anyway.” Honey throws her hands up, “Try me. I’ve had some weird crap happen to me. I’ve been visited by spirits, abducted by aliens, and just yesterday I was broken up with by Bigfoot.”

Galilee raises an eyebrow, “As if…wait… did  you say abducted by aliens?” Honey answers, “Yeah. They put some kind of weird equipment in me fo’ their experiments. I think they gave me an STD but Bigfoot, also known as Dennis, did not believe me.” Galilee’s eyes widen, “They did some kind of experiment on me and got me pregnant.” Honey shakes her head, “Ooooh…not much yous can do ‘bout that now that abortion is illegal ‘round here.”

Galilee slumps down.

Honey looks at Galilee up and down. Galilee trembles, “I have nowhere to go after the hotel. I’ll be on the streets.” Honey makes a suggestion, “Yous could sleep at my crib. I know it ain’t safe sleepin’ in a strangers place but it’s gotta be safer than nothin’. Galilee starts to tremble a little less, then turns her head out the window and says, “Yes. Thank you so so much.” Galilee felt a warm embrace though there were no arms around her then she heard a small voice inside her head saying, “You’ll be okay.”

A department head needed help with a sizable (meaning, potentially costly) personnel issue. After working the problem for a few days, I came up with a solution that met everyone’s needs.

The department head (who had spent a lot of happy time in my company by this juncture) said of my proposed solution, “You’re kinda smart, for a girl.”

I paused. I debated letting it slide. I decided that everyone is entitled to my opinion.

I replied, “You’ve got that wrong on two counts. First, I’m not ‘kind of’ smart. I’m very smart. Second, I’m not a girl. Try using the word ‘woman’ the next time you’re talking about a female over the age of 16.”

It probably made no difference to him. But I felt much better.

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Forbidden Treat Jar: A Lesson in Feline Persuasion

Ah, dear reader, gather ‘round for a tale of whiskered wit, a jar of temptation, and the timeless art of getting what you want by being absolutely irresistible. Today’s adventure stars our beloved Sir Whiskerton and his ever-echoing apprentice, Ditto, as they tackle the farmer’s most heinous decree: NO TREATS.

The Great Treat Proclamation

It began on a Tuesday—the farmer’s designated “Healthy Choices Day” (a holiday universally despised by all creatures with taste buds). The farmer, in a fit of nutritional zeal, placed a jar of salmon-flavored delights on the highest shelf and declared:

• “No treats for you two today!” he said, pointing at Sir Whiskerton and Ditto.
• “But… but…” Ditto stammered, his tiny paws clutching his heart as if wounded. “But!”
• Sir Whiskerton merely blinked, his face the picture of serene betrayal. “My good sir, this is tyranny. Also, my face exists.”

The farmer, unmoved, left the kitchen. The jar gleamed like a golden trophy. The mission was clear: Operation Kitten Eyes.

Sir Whiskerton’s Masterclass in Charm

Sir Whiskerton gathered Ditto for a lesson in feline diplomacy. “Listen closely, Ditto. When someone says ‘no,’ you do it anyway—but strategically. The key is to look cute afterward.”

• Step 1: The Innocent Stare.
  • “Deploy the eyes. Wide. Sparkly. Slightly damp.” Sir Whiskerton demonstrated, his gaze so pure it could’ve cured rainclouds.
  • Ditto tried. His attempt resembled a possessed teddy bear. “Am I… doing it?”
  • “No. But we’ll workshop it.”
• Step 2: The Paw of Vulnerability.
  • “Place one paw gently on their knee. Tremble slightly, as if you’ve never known joy.”
  • Ditto slapped the air. “Like this?”
  • “That’s a high-five. We’re not negotiating a sports contract.”
• Step 3: The Strategic Collapse.
  • “If all else fails, flop onto your back. Display the belly. Whimper.”
  • Ditto rolled like a dropped burrito. “I’m baby!”
  • “Perfect. Now, let’s execute.”

The Heist (and the Aftermath)

As the farmer returned, Sir Whiskerton sprang into action:

1. Distraction: He knocked a spoon off the counter. Clang!
2. Acrobatics: Ditto scaled the shelves like a fuzzy Spider-Man, grabbed the jar, and—whoops—tumbled into a flour sack. “I’m a ghost!” he coughed.
3. The Grand Finale: Sir Whiskerton sat primly amid the chaos, the jar now miraculously at his paws. He gazed up at the farmer with eyes like melted butter.

• Farmer: “Whiskerton. The jar was on the shelf.”
• Sir Whiskerton: “Was it? How odd. Perhaps it missed me.” (Pause.) “Look at my face. Really look.”

The farmer sighed. The jar opened.

The Moral (and the Post-Credit Shenanigans)

Moral: Charm can move mountains (and treat jars), but use it wisely—lest you end up in a flour sack.

Post-Credit Scene:
Ditto, now coated in flour, tries the “innocent stare” on Doris the Hen. She screams, “GHOST KITTEN!” and faints into a feed bucket.

Best Lines:

• “I’m baby!” – Ditto, embracing his destiny.
• “How odd. Perhaps it missed me.” – Sir Whiskerton, gaslighting expertly.
• “That’s a high-five. We’re not negotiating a sports contract.” – Sir Whiskerton, exhausted.

Starring:

• Sir Whiskerton (Master Manipulator & Fluffy Philosopher)
• Ditto (Flour Ghost & Apprentice of Chaos)
• The Farmer (Overmatched by Cuteness)

Key Jokes:

• Ditto’s “ghost” reveal.
• Sir Whiskerton’s spoon distraction (a classic).
• The farmer’s resigned “Fine, take the treats” face.

P.S.
Remember: If at first you don’t succeed, flop dramatically and try again.

The End.

Why Australia Chose China Over America (The Truth Will Shock You)

Top neuroscientist Dan Yang leaves US for China, reunites with mentor-husband Mu-ming Poo

As senior principal investigator at Shenzhen academy, Dan will expand research on sleep regulation while collaborating with world-class talent

After spending 35 years in the United States pioneering research on the neural circuits that govern sleep and executive brain functions of the frontal cortex, neuroscientist Dan Yang has returned to China to join the Shenzhen Medical Academy of Research and Translation (SMART) as a senior principal investigator.

Dan was elected to the US National Academy of Sciences (NAS) in 2018 in recognition of her “contributions to understanding the microcircuits underlying cortical computation, cellular mechanisms for functional plasticity, and neural circuits controlling sleep”. Last month, she was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.

She was introduced as the second full-time principal investigator at SMART earlier this month.

Grands Tuna Melts

Melt-in-your-mouth tuna sandwiches get their wraps from flaky refrigerated biscuits.

Prep: 15 min | Total: 35 min | Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

• 2 (5 ounce) cans water-packed tuna, well drained
• 1/3 cup chopped onion
• 1/3 cup mayonnaise
• 1/8 teaspoon salt
• 1/8 teaspoon pepper
• 1 (16.3 ounce) can Pillsbury™ Grands!™ Flaky Layers original biscuits
• 4 ounces (1 cup) shredded Cheddar cheese
• Sour cream, if desired
• Chopped tomato, if desired
• Shredded lettuce, if desired

Instructions

1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a cookie sheet.
2. In medium bowl, combine tuna, onion, mayonnaise, salt and pepper; mix well.
3. Separate dough into 8 biscuits.
4. Place 4 biscuits on greased cookie sheet.
5. Press or roll each to form a 5 inch round.
6. Spoon tuna mixture into center of biscuits.
7. Top each with cheese.
8. Press or roll remaining 4 biscuits to form 5 inch rounds.
9. Place over filling.
10. Press edges to seal.
11. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown.
12. Cut each sandwich in half.
13. Top each with sour cream, tomato and lettuce.

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