The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 31, 2019

Somebody gave them a bum steer.

Got very ill from Arby’s roast beef in 1972. Never been back since. Really, really impressed upon me a lifetime aversion to their products. I now know why……

when she finds out he screwed up again she’s really gonna have a cow…

And they were never heard from again!!

Uh oh. Run! Run!

What’s your beef now, dear?

“Attaboy, Roy!” Oh, wait, wrong QSR chain.

Where’s the BEEF?

And in the master’s chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

“Relax,” said the night man

“We are programmed to receive

You can check-out any time you like

But you can never leave!"

— Hotel California, The Eagles

Reminds when Arby’s was just about roast beef

Arby’s has more beef too! Y’all just come to the backdoor.

It’s a trap!

You’ve been steered the wrong way!

Prime location.

Better run for the border.Americas Roast Beef,Yes Sir.(Arbys) ;)

Later: Am I crazy or does this complimentary body lotion smell like horseradish sauce?!

They’re very hospitable. You’re going to be the guests of honor at a roast.

Bed and bullcrap. ’Won’t stay at one till Amazon sells a portable lock the door from the inside WiFi battery backup thingy.

I like his folding chair/smart phone hybrid.

You can check in anytime you want, but you can never leave.

Look who’s coming to dinner.

Nom, nom, nom, nom. burp. :)