We kept going west till we ended up somewhere else entirely. Maybe it was east. Maybe it was a fever dream. All we know is, the sashimi was fresh, the barstools were low, and the neon signs looked mighty familiar.
Ain’t a good idea to 50/50 a longhorn. Trust us, cowboy. Daggum flip kick on the other hand? A stunt like that’ll land ya one heckuva sponsorship. Probably not from us though.