There's a local bar that has a "burger" called The Hangover. Bowl of tots, burger patty, smothered in green chile, topped with cheddar-jack, tomatoes, green onion, and a fried egg.
:drool:
You can't just go off the reservation when it's a contest of some sort.
Wish I had some of that lamb vindaloo leftover from Saturday night. Though I did pay a bit of price this morning for it. :dead: :D
Ahhh yes. The usual repression/projection of the pure-as-the-wind-driven-snow Speaker. :rofl:
Pretty sure he's looking at member-on-member action on his burner phone. :D
My dudes. I live in Colorado. Windshields are *always* cracked. They get replaced when the crack migrates to the driver's immediate field of vision - never sooner, 'cause that's a fool's errand.
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