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 | "I know the weather is crazy out here, but can you give our viewers a quick rundown of your new restaurant?" said Bill. | |
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| "Bill, I'm not sure what you're asking, I don't own a restaurant." Jimmy said, puzzled. | |
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| "Sure you don't, Colonel Sanders." Bill laughed. "Man, you really look like the old crispy Colonel, even out here in the rain." | |
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| "I really don't appreciate you poking fun at my spray tan, son. I'll come over there and tune you up!" Jimmy barked. | |
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| "You're quick Bill, I'll give you that. How's my profile from this angle?" Jimmy asked. | |
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| "Sixty-five years old, loves chicken, couldn't wing a short interview in a Hurricane. That's what your profile looks like, chicken man!" said Bill hysterically. | |
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