...lying on the ground in the parking lot of TJ's. Something tells me he eventually ended up blowing chunks of soft pretzel all over himself and the back of his buddy's car, running around in an open field on Brown Blvd. in Bourbonnais while that same buddy chased him, and getting locked out of his house because he lost his keys and couldn't form one comprehensible English word in order to help locate them. Just looking at this picture tells me all that.

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