Today for lunch a friend and I went to the wonderful In & Out. We ordered, waited, sweated, and finally received our food. We walked over to the tables (which were outside) and sat to enjoy a killer burger (animal style of course). Next thing I notice is that my bum is beginning to roast. I'm not talking rump roast, which is a slow cooker. No, I'm talking deep fried! The temperature outside was so hot that the chairs and tables were unbearable to use. Both my friend and I have third degree burns (not really) from this ordeal. Nobody ever told me that In & Out sold hot cross buns?
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