Friday, March 7, 2008
The Chopstick
Oh Exotic Beauty of the Far East, how have you come to embrace this Genghis Corn of midwestern fast foodery?
What has brought you to this deep dark corner of American turdlicious asstastery?
How can your smile be so sweet with arms locked in metaphoric struggle with all that is smelly poo?
I know not the answers to these questions.
I ruminate on the wrongness as I watch Disorderlies on HBO. And I realize that of what little I do know, I do know this: The Fat Boys were never very good.
