Bands with Pans: Dismemberment Plan

I said nothing.
I said nothing.

I silently watch Travis retrieve the lettuce he “needed anyway.” He rinses it and I know he definitely planned this whole time to use it in the meal. But he’s the dude who wrote “What Do You Want Me To Say?” so I can’t call him out and he knows that. Funny, speaking of membership.


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