"You drive sport." Randy complained.
Brad pushed the cart through the supermarket following his buddy Randy. Everything Randy threw into the cart, Brad picked one two. Ice cream, donuts, chips cookies. Brad paid no attention to staples. It was all junk food. Brad was amazed. Randy was on automatic pilot.
"What about beer?" Brad asked.
Randy shrugged and loaded a case. Brad added another.
Back at the apartment, Randy collapsed on the couch. "That was work, bud. I hope you appreciate all the calories I burned just for you."
Randy was patting his gut.
"I can see you are wasting away." Brad chuckled.
"Get me a beer before I faint."
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