When grabbing a quick bite while shopping at the IKEA in West Sacramento, I came across this large group (there were more swirling around) gettin’ their eat on. Naturally, when heading out to the IKEA for your evening meal, you put on nothing but your finest sweats, comb out the mullet, and get out the trucker’s hat with the least amount of chew stains on it. This, is the high life. Anyone who says differently, is far too ironic to talk to me.
Oh yeah, that's trashin' it for ya