"Eat hot lead--literally!"
Irving would drop by every morning for a cuppa joe, two bavarian cremes, and a box of .308 armor-piercing incendiary rounds.
They're not sandbags, they're the daily sugar delivery. What, you think those sweet sticky buns just make themselves?
"...and we're all out of buns."
I see the Hamburglar's life of crime has escalated.
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