Back in the 514 for real

Yum!  We don't need no freakin' lids!  Gimme two steamies too!

Yuck!

Tabarouette!

  You ain't in the 514 til you've been re-poutined in.  Ugh.  I don't feel like I'll ever be hungry again.  Dance couldn't even finish his, he made the mistake of ordering the 'Fat-man's Pillow' size, and only got through half before the stomach demons began needling his crap-factory from within.