He knew I had been craving a steak for quite sometime, poor thing had to listen to me whine and grump about it.
So he took me to Texas Roadhouse. And my mouth still couldn't handle the medium rare wonders. So I ate shredded pork and mashed potatoes with enough butter to make my buttons pop.
It was all too soon. I felt like a recovering alcoholic in a wine cellar.
He then put me in his car and fastened a blindfold to my face.
And the rest is irrelevant.
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