What I wanna know is, was it a sugar cream pie? Because I haven't seen one since I moved out of state. Also, someone should hit a conservative lecturer with a fresh-from-the-deep-fryer breaded pork tenderloin the size of a dinner plate. Because I miss those, too.
That, friends, is the sort of inside information you just can't fake. Three blocks away, Howard. The Tin Star. No sugar cream pie, but a tenderloin you can't lift.
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