After the huge breakdown on the Fourth of July in Scranton, we had to make up some major miles.
Eventually Mr-I’m-Hungry needed a burger in his belly, so we got to stop at our first Fuddruckers Restaurant, or as Idiocracy (and now us) call it “Buttfuckers.”
Nothing special to report. Just another meal on a trip.
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