I know it's crap. But it's really good crap. The kind of crap you want to eat it's 11:00 am on Sunday and you realize you should eat breakfast. Thus I give you:
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The Big and Toasty!
I opted for the much less impressive Turkey Sausage Flat Bread.
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I'll admit, the Big and Toasty was damn good. But I can't bring myself to order any of the "man choices" at fast food places, anything described as Big, Jumbo, Grande, Bottomless, you know, cause I'm a real classy lady.
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