dating game.

the wifey and i had a day, duders.
that's it.
real-life togetherness,
just the two of us,
the whole mutha-flippin' time.
so what kind of turbo-fresh romance did we rock?
hold on to your horses, cowboys-
we went to the furniture store,
the redneck farm supply store,
the book store,
the mattress store,
and we came away mostly empty-handed.
(a graphic novel of the last unicorn exists in our possession now)
soooo,
on a dreary rainy day off,
with very little in the way of accomplished commerce commencing,
there's really only one way to fight back against the weak sauce:
shark gluttony.
yep.
and to accomplish the act of maritime mastication,
we needed to be somewhere oceany an' that.
as such,
we drove in the double drizzle down to portland, maine.
and we ate,
and ate and ate and ate,
at the green elephant.
grotesquerie, neighbors.
heroic quantities of ingestible comestibles,
soy nuggets, king oyster mushrooms, dumplings,
fried brussels sprouts (off the hinges with hottness, by the way)
and doodoo noodoos with soy ham and nuggleblops,
under lettuce and cilatro.
oh,
and dessert.
that was after we went to the grocery store,
and shopped hungry, suckas!
we hit up a few spots for snacks, too.
check the teleport,
with special attention paid to the real joe-joes, ninjas:

EXPERT.
licorice? yep.
cookies? uh-huh.
root beers? obviously.
candy beans? believe it, b!tchbags.
we know how to get through a hard day.
and night.
it's really happening.
...indigestion, i mean.
togetherness may have to wait until later,
because the undone belts and popped pants' buttons are what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....