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Right now, Gatorade X-Factor, but I had a very nice Frozen Peach Margarita at the Texas Roadhouse the other night.
(Note: The Texas Roadhouse is quite absurd. The wait staff all have to do a country line dance to Cottoneyed Joe once every half hour. Make sure you are seated where you can see it. The Birthday Boy (or Girl) is made to mount a saddle before the wait staff sings their proprietary birthday song which includes a Texas "Yeehaw" from all the other patrons in the place. The ribs totally fucking rock, and bless them for coming up with the idea of the smothered sweet potato for an extra $0.99. How do you smother a sweet potato? Caramel sauce and mini marshmallows, of course. Yeah baby. And their version of the flower-cut deep fried onion is much better than Outback's.)
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