you've been made aware-
indian food is really good.
squishy, brownish orange, and spicy, yes;
and undeniably good to eat.
but what about that aloo saag?
i dunno, my ninjas.
it isn't often that vegetables intimidate me.
have you had the aloo saag?
that's dark greenish blackish spinach blops.
and it's too serious lookin' to eat.
i'm telling you guys,
it was just like internal bleeding-style whipped baby poop.
for the record,
it wasn't my entree.
i used my menu reading skills,
and ordered something entirely different and non-craplike.
duders,
nobody could get too into it,
and it just sat on the table, dark and dirty,
like a sad sackful of underpantie accidents.
oh man.
ugly, and not dope.
that's a distasteful combination.
suck-time for whoever ordered that, yeah?
too bad for that third entree-eatin' diner, duders.
our man adam, from work, has a hard time not dissecting food
when it doesn't look like alien science.
the aloo mutter, however, was bangin' for my bellyhole.
so was the gobi kofta masala.
two full-bellied Folk Lifers, and a still-hungry homeboy.
thursday nights in the woods get pretty crazy, huh?
yeah.
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whoah!
that's not all that gets crazy, baby!
look in this mutha-ucka:
cabinety hottness?we got them jauns.
(i know you see the exposed brick bits in the bottom corner, right?)
uh-huh.
i'm gonna put some kind of treats in there.
like extra toilet paper, and probably a plunger.
y'know,
just in case.
i can't hang out with exposed plumbing equipment, y'all.
i'll be prepared for the eventuality of a hard-style clog,
but i won't subject the casual hand-washer to a
presumption on the size of their impending logs.
it might be necessary to plunge out a link or two, sure,
but we'll all be discreet about it.
no problem, kids.
i'm here to help.
make a note:
the decrapinator's in the cabinet.
make another note:
avoid the aloo saag, and you won't need it.
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i've got plenty of work to do today.
heck,
it'll last me into the early evening hours, even.
that's good stuff.
friday night,
the woodsly goodness,
tatzappity-zappin',
overcast skies,
and a gang of cranky bluejays squawkin' until dark?
it's all really happening,
as we live it.
real life.
for your face;
never quiet, never soft.....
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