A roofbanger's life at the top of the Dome.
I'm packing a hambone.
I'm packing no food items whatsoever, save the golden spoon Chef gave me at the playoff game.I'm ready for fried catfish, fried chickien, BBQ, and fried pickles, Jackson-style. Rickey-Jackson-style, that is.
Perhaps we should just pitch tents at Cock o the Walk (on the reservoir) - The only place for catfish and cornbread.
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