Is hardly a substitute for a 6 of Stroh’s tall boys, Fredo. Tiny would agree, if he weren’t dead from double whoppers with cheese.
Just seeing this place makes me long for a pack of cheese, some King Ed cigars and a couple quarts of Hamm’s (aka dinner at the Phi Sigma Kappa house). And setting sterno bums like Fredo on fire to keep warm. (#notintendedasafactualstatement)
Karma: It’s August. It’s already warm.
Me: so is Fredo atm.