So I go to this dive bar, and there's this all-you-can-eat happy hour, and when the barkeep isn't looking, I fill three of these one-gallon baggies with wings, potato skins, everything. Yeah, he's not mentioning the fact that we were leaving the next morning, and he didn't have a refrigerator in his apartment.
Gia', ma non ha detto che saremmo partiti presto il mattino dopo, e... che lui non aveva il frigorifero nel suo appartamento.