I had postulated that the colorado Mad Pooper fiasco would turn out to be an unfunny episode, and I was certainly correct. I thought there would be a combo of physiologic necessity, animus toward something and mental illness. But Truth is almost always stranger than fiction.
And, oh how nice it would be to be a Billionairre! Cheesesteaks at your fingertips in your limo! At least he knew enough to ask for Whiz wit.
For the record I prefer Jim's on South Street. And second would be Geno's across the street from Pat's. But a Pat's Steak would be quite fine right about now.
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