Imagine a breakfast wrap.

You know the one, because there really is only one.

Sausage, egg, cheese, bacon, and a potato rusty all wrapped together.

Yep, there it is.

I think my work here is done.

Served until 11 a.m.

I quarter to six, just got a text for my friend, Ed,

who was talking about one of these places that,

more like Hooters to me than a strip club,

but Twin Peaks in South Carolina,

I've been there on a golf trip.

Oh, like the Hooters rip-offs?

Yeah, but bigger.

In this case, the one we were at, a bigger place, nicer, better menu.

Mm-hmm.

And as you say, scantily-clad women.

Yeah.

There was a place in Tampa when I was a salesperson, Jerry.

They were one of my clients.

Mugs and jugs.

Chicken wings and beers let me get Luke cornet on this

change the name

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