Lance: So those are the things that we're supposed to get all hot in the crotch over? I just don't get it. Do you get it, Matt?
Matt: Nah, man. Let's stop wasting our time staring at a couple lumps of fat and go smoke some herb, put on our spandex, and run around the track for an hour while we smack each other's asses.
Lance: Sounds cool to me.
Enjoy more Matt and Lance dinner theater at Goldenfiddle.
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