ballads. And Ryan and I decided to sing along with that CD at the top
of our lungs, with the windows down.
That's not cool. I've driven drunks around before. You want them to
stay as inconspicuous as possible.
So, rather than getting angry, Traci decides to show us her tattoo -
the "fallen angel" tattoo on the bottom of her back. She's a big
Poison fan.
And we get a little loud. In the middle of the restaurant.
Bob's Big Boy. In Burbank. The first Big Boy in America.
People are looking at us now. God I hope people want to beat us up
when we leave.
I can't tell you how much I want to fight someone right now.
Yo.
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