So a journalist, a PR person, a lawyer and an insurance industry financial whiz kind of guy (still not sure exactly what J does except it involves math!) are in a car together. Between them all, there's a pretty hefty salary coming in and they've been known to dine in some fine establishments. So where do they stop for lunch?
Dairy Queen. Where the baked stuffed scrod is actually fish sticks and the creme brulee is a Blizzard. Yeah, we're classy like that!
(Oh, and in case you thought we had any dignity or sense of maturity left, the lawyer was lobbying for us to stop at the Popeye's that apparently just opened nearby. He had been really sad to learn Roy Rogers had closed, but perked up again when he spotted Popeye's.)
So many books...
9 years ago
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