Today the missionaries from my church came over for some lunch. While that doesn't really matter, it did force me to actually take a shower and fly by the grocery store to pick up something to actually feed them.
While I was slowly making my way through the aisles at the store, I decided what we really needed to eat were some chips. But not just any chips: Flaming Hot Cheetos. There's really nothing like them.
But naturally, when I decided to buy them, all I could think about was my good friend Dare-bear. He is an impressive man, and it seemed to everyone that for a period of time he survived solely on these cheetos, donuts, and Gatorade.
It was gross, but he did it.
So today is my shout out to you, Darren. Thanks for the memories. Cheetos will forever remind me of you.
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