Life is good.
By the end of the night, I was knee deep in cheese fries. And so was Cheesy McManus.
On the way home, a couple of us were lucky enough to spend a half hour hanging out with Tyrone. He sang a little, preached some gospel, and didn't kill me when I stole the show several times. Thanks Tyrone.
"I rest my case, Your Honor."
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