Jay and I had dinner on Sunday at the ole' Bonefish grill. If you like seafood and are looking for a change from your local fishcamp, I highly reccomend it. I've been there on multiple occasions and it has never sucked. It's run by the same folks that run Outback. I had a Wolfish filet Sunday with a side of angel hair with marinara. It whipped ass. For whatever reason, Jay and I always talk about guns, the old days at the Paper Doll when he, Brad, and I used to go every Friday, and we drink a ton of coffee. Three or four cups. Jay also brought out his BMW for the first time in a few months. I raced him in the pickup, but he beat me. That rat fucker.
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