You know me too well.
This is what I get for leaving my laundry about for all to see.
Busts into song
I gotta be me.
I gotta be me.
Oh wait. I gotta pee. Too much Dr. Pepper.
And salty, apparently.
I’ve seen them at CostCo too. Wal-Mart has them cheaper, though. 
edit: Yeah, what DBT said. 
Note to self. Shop with DBT.
Me too, I’m hungry. I think I’ll go out and get drive-through. Junk food, I know, but I don’t wanna sit down anywhere, not on Friday night.
My choices are… Jack In the Box or Taco Bell/KFC. Hmm… it’s a tough choice. What do I mind less, sharp pain in my stomach, or uncontrollable diarrhea? Let me give it some thought.
Yeah. My heart has filed protection papers against me. The court date is in the winter. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Taco Bell. Always best after 1am.
I remember when I was in college still, they used to have 79-cents Chilly Cheese Burritos. I used to go at 2 in the morning with a bunch of my friends and we’d get like 30 of them.
Ah, fond, fond memories. What fond, smelly, smelly memories.
My snack for the night was grilled subs from Domino’s. Philadelphia really needs to trademark the cheesesteak so that companies can’t claim what they have to offer is in any way the same. I mean it was good, but it was no Phillie Cheesesteak.
You know, I’ve never actually had a real Philly Cheesesteak in Philly? One of these days, I’ll go to Philly just so that I can try one.
A Cheesesteak wid, cheese-wiz. That’s what I want.
Did that with White Castle. I wasn’t in college though, just a drunken loser. But at 2 in the morning, it’s a level playing field.
Amen Poofy. Amen
I watched a Phillies game and they were showing the Cheesesteaks in between innings. I almost drove there for one.
You’d travel 3000 miles just for a sandwich? That is so decadently awesome. 
I hear ya. One would find a no more egalitarian society than at 2am at White Castle on Queens Boulevard. I’ve done that many times, also.
Was Neil Patrick Harris there?
We may have been two farting windbags passing gas in the night. You mean the one by Queens plaza, right?
Well, not just for the sandwich. In my quest to walk the earth like Caine in Kung Fu, I imagine my path will eventually lead again to the northeastern corner of the country. It’s only a matter of time.
(Beside, I should probable leave the state of Washington before they find me out and issue a warrant.)
You haven’t been with me at 2am. Neil’s antics is child’s play.
Nah, I mean the one at 43rd St. and Queens Blvd in Sunnyside. But you got the farting windbag thing right.
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