Okay look, IP address whatever-that-only-I-have. You’re right. I took some kind of exotic painkiller, had 2 glasses of wine, and wrote a grandiose post about my mind and its future. You win. But thats out-of-place in this forum, where I cater to you. This is my state, and I am pleased to entertain. Sometimes to challenge, but never to conquer. Except when a coworker makes me a DVD called, “Arthur – Music to Conquer By.” Thank you, Lindz.
Thats another post. A deleted post. And its totally true. But that deletion just had to happen. Moving on, today, at brunch, for the first time in 12 months, I was a server who sold appetizers to all of my tables. For this accomplishment, I received and devoured a free brunch entree: John’s big-ass smoked pork burrito. It was John, the new cold side brunch dude. It was the same big-ass pork burrito I’ve paid full price for for each brunch for three weeks previous to today. That is my new favorite dish and it freaks me out how good it is. But so does the rest of brunch. The Lord is so wicked…
Deleted headstrong bullshit post or not, I am kind of a big deal. IN MY MIND, at least. And so is that burrito. It too is a big deal. The difference, to my senses, is that burrito is grounded in reality. The difference is, in my experience, after brunch I am still delicious to other people. No, I do not lick myself after brunch. I am loopy, but I love that burrito.
And I want to say goodbye, good luck, and much love to former manager Erik, last seen managing peeps at the East Coast, as he watched the Red Sox:
the lord knows that pigs shouldn’t be brunch. doesn’t he? evidence is actually to the contrary. please lord, give us this day and every sunday free and happy pigs, not dead pigs for brunch. amen.
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