Friday, June 11, 2004
Worse than No's, Better than a Nose!
How could two hot dogs turn into such an epiphanic disaster? Well, the new Sammy's managed it today -- Monz couldn't even finish the second dog (no onions btw). But more importantly, it triggered a deep, recessed trauma...
It was years ago on a dark and stormy night...Monz is driving back from the urban wasteland that is downtown Chicago, just trying to make his way home, like a holy rolling stone, with nobody on the phone (definitely not the Pope from Rome), when a wretched wretching feeling clutches his innards. Valiantly he tries to fight it off, but it overpowers him. In a death-defying driving maneuver of speed and dexterity, Monz pulls over to the shoulder near the Peterson Avenue exit and does battle with his inner (literally) demons...And today Monz remembers -- he had a Sammy's salad for lunch that day too!
Ok, I see our time is about up, but I think we made real progress today!
How could two hot dogs turn into such an epiphanic disaster? Well, the new Sammy's managed it today -- Monz couldn't even finish the second dog (no onions btw). But more importantly, it triggered a deep, recessed trauma...
It was years ago on a dark and stormy night...Monz is driving back from the urban wasteland that is downtown Chicago, just trying to make his way home, like a holy rolling stone, with nobody on the phone (definitely not the Pope from Rome), when a wretched wretching feeling clutches his innards. Valiantly he tries to fight it off, but it overpowers him. In a death-defying driving maneuver of speed and dexterity, Monz pulls over to the shoulder near the Peterson Avenue exit and does battle with his inner (literally) demons...And today Monz remembers -- he had a Sammy's salad for lunch that day too!
Ok, I see our time is about up, but I think we made real progress today!
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