The story:

Many years ago, a bunch of us piled into my friend Scott's father's minivan and headed off for Pizza Hut. Scott cranked up Def Leppard in the tape player and his little brother sang along at the top of his voice. At the point where the lyrics are "Sweet to taste, saccharine", Steve belts out "Sweet potatoes, sour cream!" To this day, I still say that instead of the actual lyrics.

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