Scattered, smothered, covered, and peppered.
and since we are on the subject. It was 2000/2001 and we made many a late night drink trips to the now closed Waffle House out by the Highway Patrol station. My roommate would always flirt with this 50-ish year old big gal named June. She remembered us well from our visits and we tipped well. Always asked to sit in her section. Anyway, one drunk night he gives her his number. Now June was a sweet lady, but not someone you would lay down with even if you had a 5 year dry spell. Several weeks go by and his phone rings one morning around 5:00 am. After he hangs up, I’m like “Who TF is calling at 5:00 am?” Apparently June was just getting off work and was looking for some “Chunked and Country”. He said no thanks and wouldn’t go back after that.
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