While waiting outside TSM on Whitis to be picked up to be whisked off to West Texas for the day (another epic story in and of itself), I saw a fat man with a beard trotting alone at a comfortable pace eating an ice cream cone and chatting on his cell phone. It was a Drumstick. Some of it was stuck in the top part of his beard. He was about 1/2 done. He seemed really satisfied.
It made me really happy. It also made me want to eat an ice cream. And gain 60 pounds.
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