Monday, April 10, 2006

Of Chicken and Beef, and fucking pussies...

newsflash 1145pm, BOJ leaves rates unchanged...Hay was not in the mood for pizza tonight, but she ate it anyways, because she know's daddy is going to be tight and spartan going into the summer months of freakish tattoo concealing madness among other frequencies of massive insiduous irritation(and in this sense it will be the last season of these one way or the other) that can very well reach an epic level in a relative sense, but not really, just a firmer attempt at waking up dead... as such, the result will be initial unjust anger, sadness, and then some will walk away on both sides much wiser and grateful, while others will simply 'enhance' their state of ignorance, because old habits die fucking hard... Anyways, Wendy's out of the big three has always been my favorite, but lately, I've frequented the Burger King under the Rockefeller Center pathway, because as you will discover, two junior whoppers provide more meat per equivalent cubic centimeter cost per unit meat [I hereby refer to the acronym MECCCPUM](actually cheaper) than a regular whopper, and it's a sizeable spread. I was shocked to see $7.00 for a spicy chicken combo. It would have to be a special day for me to cough up that. However, because the 1980's heyday of the chicken tenders has been relegated to the muddy backwaters of their menu, it's a difficult task to actually find 'sweet n' sour' dip in your bag, even after firmly asking for it. Quite simply, if the employee actually goes out of their way to ask you 'what kind of sauce would you like?' the chances are HIGHER that you won't get sauce. That extra whopping mile of customer service is enough in their eyes to completely blank out immediately after deliverance of vocals. Anyways, you might know now that Burger King is going public. I for one, would like it to succeed, as their MECCCPUM margin seems to be stronger than the rest, not so the case with Blockbuster, which I was glad failed miserably and deservedly. I notice objectively that this post is not as 'glum and depressive' as some recent ones, but I can see my hands are sweaty as hell as midnight approaches, cyclothymic haha, yesterday was terrible, hence a natural reflexive reprieve tonight although logical conditions haven't changed, in fact have become darker, now sweating profusely... don't need no key to unlock this door, gonna break down the walls...

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