To think positive thoughts of that Old Town Arby's while voiding one's bowels of last night's Old Style is some next-level intestinal daredeviltry. I do have fond memories of Nookie's, though; I will go to my grave with their tagline — "Brunch. Lunch. Munch." — tattooed on my frontal lobe.
I used to open up a box of pop tarts in the grocery store and eat them while looking around.
To think positive thoughts of that Old Town Arby's while voiding one's bowels of last night's Old Style is some next-level intestinal daredeviltry. I do have fond memories of Nookie's, though; I will go to my grave with their tagline — "Brunch. Lunch. Munch." — tattooed on my frontal lobe.