I was minding my own business, chowing down at Chipotle on Connecticut, when all of a sudden a crazy-eyed, old man burst through the door shouting, “Great Scott! Marty is going before congress in the year 2021 to ask for Parkinson’s research money! I must travel to the future to prevent Jenna Bush from being elected and vetoing the stem cell bill! Quick! Someone give me a bottle of vodka, and I’ll need your leftover meals for the flux capacitor!”
I parted with my carnitas burrito, but there was no way I was giving up my guacamole. A guy has his priorities.
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