dude, we were holding ground staking out the homemade potato chip, corndog, and french fry stand. mmmmmm, greassssssy...
heh, even the ol' mrs. in the stand called us "sir", we were like "who the hell is she talking to??"
"sir.....sir...."
"huh?"
"i think she's talking to us man..."
"is that a fraternity?" (pointing at our beloved FDB Ts)
"heh, nah, just a bunch of idiots."
"well, she's no sinclair.....but i'd....." 