...and maybe your whole crew.
Faith is all you have left, son.
I could smell that side of meat cooking hours after I left.
That smell just seems to hang around the cook after he's done.
The funniest part, you'll never know how or why you lost.
You might win some but you just lost one.
It was for Grupper.
RIP Football head yohawk.
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