I was brushing away the dirt from my backside and right elbow while Larry continued to wipe at his ears and mutter occasionally about how gross the two of us are.
“Want to head over to McDeath?” BB asked.
“You mean Ronny’s Steakhouse boy?” Fish asked as if he were talking to a dog.
I’d heard McDonalds called McDeath many times but never heard it called Ronny’s Steakhouse.
“Ronny’s Steakhouse? That’s a good one Fish!” I laughed.
I was fond of that idea not because of the food, but because I could slip into the mens room and change myself. We’d been out long enough that, I knew I was due.
“I could go for a McRat Burger!” I remarked.
“Ooooh! I could go for some deep fried Chicken Lips!” BB added.
“You just had some Fish Lips and now you want Chicken Lips? Larry, BB wants your lips!” I joked.
“Ha Ha!” Larry said with mock laughter.
