In Burbank for dinner

Choice was between Fatburger and Fuddruckers to be decided by two out three of RPS.

Scissors - Scissors

Rock – Paper

Damn! She’s one up.

Paper - Paper

Scissors - Scissors

A volley of Scissors - Scissors were thrown down. I laughed at the silliness, but she was determined to kick my ass.

Finally I killed it Scissors over Paper and Fuddruckers was cooked to perfection, stuffed down our faces, with ranch spilt onto my shirt. Messy yummy.

We made a horrible couple in the past, work well as friends and are equals in RPS.


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