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Spanky and I went to Steak ‘n Shake at 3:30 on Saturday afternoon. We were hungry. He ordered a Steak ‘n Shake Dinner (double burger, 2 sides + a shake) and was all proud of himself. I ordered the SNS Dinner and also a jr. chili mac. I obliterated the food and, upon Spanky’s suggestion, finished the late-arriving shake as well. I was thinking pizza when we got done (seriously–there was about a 90-minute window where I could’ve gotten plenty more work done), but I actually didn’t eat again until 9 AM the next morning.
I’d like to announce to all interested parties that next time I feel ready to go the full 9, I’m going. I don’t care how full you are or what tea party you gotta get to…I’ll be on a mission.
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13 Nov 2006 Bro Taguchi
1. You conveniently forgot to mention my ham sandwich, which was warm-up.
2. Your work was commendable. I recognize that….
3. But don’t talk shit about meals you were going to “tack on” but didn’t because some other dude didn’t want to eat.
4. You’re not Jimmy Stevens.
About a half hour before we left, Spanky ate a ham sandwich. That’s why he didn’t finish his food at SNS.
For the record, I didn’t order a pizza because I didn’t have any money.
Spanky doth protest too much.
I left some milk shake. Those little bits of fries don’t count.
Nor do the scraps of salad you left stranded.
You have a credit card. Uncle Sam is disappointed in you.
All right, all right. Both of you dudes need to simmer down. I don’t want to hear about all this “who’s huskier” bullshit, especially seeing as you were dining at STEAK-N-SHAKE. When you’ve taken down the 16-oz. Queen Prime Rib the accompanying dinner at the “Open Hearth” in Milwaukee (which Griff has done), then you can talk to me. I may be tiny and have a stomach that ain’t worth smack, but every once and a while, I can tear some shit up.
Oh…and speaking of tearing shit up…last night I ripped apart about 10 oz of thick, steaky goodness, plus some potatoes and garlic bread. SNS may be cheap, but it t’aint no substitution for the real thang, baby!
You are tiny. You and your steak can GET IN MY MAH BELLAY!
Griff–meet me at the OCB in Coral Ridge Mall at high noon on Wednesday. It’s a pre-Turkey Day throwdown. Game time is subject to change…I might hit the boofay at the peak hour of 10:40 AM. It’s like the 4:20 for buffet addicts…there’s still breakfast on the bar when you arrive, and the lunch food comes out fresh at 11. I’ll give you a seminar.
I cannot accept your challenge, BRO, because I am a few states away in northern Michigan. However, Spanky has told me about your timing in buffets. Commendable.
I would like to hit up the Chinese Boofay one of these days. You’re more than welcome to tear that shit up with me. But I prefer NON-peak time…that way there’s less fat and old people to look at. See, that’s my problem with the OCB: too many fat and old people. Until the day when I am both fat and old, I like to avoid the fat-and-old kinds of places.
Griff just tore up a huge-ass pork chop, some mashed potatoes, and the obligatory salad. Yummy…
You got a lot to learn kid. That’s what I’m here for.