I Can't Believe You're Taking It. Overs?

One piece of burnt bacon toast with no butter, no jelly, no nothing. So if the meal couldn't have gone any better, we decide that, all right, we're going to bail. We called the Uber, which we didn't think was coming in. A gangster then pulls up and gives us a ride back. He's telling us about incriminating stories he probably wouldn't want in the air. All I could think was, 80, I'm going to die in the scar.

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