Going To Worship At The Temple Of Meat
UPDATE: Due to an unexpected work conflict, our unholy orgy of meat has been postponed until tomorrow. The anticipation... it grows... IT GROWS!!!
(that's what she said)
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Q: Why am I wearing a tie today?
A: Meat. Lots of meat. Big skewers of meat brought around to our table and carved up all sexy dripping with juice that I'd put in a shot glass and down like a cowboy if they'd let me. Meat, man... it's meat... can you dig it? I can. Pounds of it. Tons of it, even. Shovel it in until meat packs my sinuses and I can't breathe and I die, suffocated by all these different kinds of delicious meat. My jaw is clenching right now just thinking about a sweet, holy meat death. God, I've never felt so alive... the anticipation of all this meat is electric!!! Look at it!!! Gaze upon my destiny:
Meat!!! Meat!!! MEAT!!!
YOU ARE MY JESUS!!!
NOTE: Girlfriend and I are going to a Brazilian steakhouse tonight in celebration of her getting her Masters degree. I plan on eating a lot of meat there, seeing as how they serve it to you in an endless flow until you keel over and die like that one dude in Seven. Needless to say, this will be my last post ever.
(that's what she said)
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Q: Why am I wearing a tie today?
A: Meat. Lots of meat. Big skewers of meat brought around to our table and carved up all sexy dripping with juice that I'd put in a shot glass and down like a cowboy if they'd let me. Meat, man... it's meat... can you dig it? I can. Pounds of it. Tons of it, even. Shovel it in until meat packs my sinuses and I can't breathe and I die, suffocated by all these different kinds of delicious meat. My jaw is clenching right now just thinking about a sweet, holy meat death. God, I've never felt so alive... the anticipation of all this meat is electric!!! Look at it!!! Gaze upon my destiny:
Meat!!! Meat!!! MEAT!!!
YOU ARE MY JESUS!!!
NOTE: Girlfriend and I are going to a Brazilian steakhouse tonight in celebration of her getting her Masters degree. I plan on eating a lot of meat there, seeing as how they serve it to you in an endless flow until you keel over and die like that one dude in Seven. Needless to say, this will be my last post ever.
posted by Clinton at 12:49 PM
11 Comments:
Good luck, and godspeed. I've heard those places either make you into a champion of all men, or a whimpering little meat-bitch.
I'm sure I know which category the C-dog will fall into...
Now it all makes sense... The one good thing about ties is that wearing one is almost like having a permanent bib.
Alienwhere... A little from column A, a little from column B...
Justin... My tie will be greasy. So very greasy.
canceled till tomorrow huh.
well at least we'll see what tie you'll be wearing tomorrow!
please save me me a piece of pork wrapped in smoked bacon.
There will be Meat. didnt a movie just come out with that title? Thats some fancy meat eating attire then sir.
Jason... Ha! Like there's going to be anything left over.
Bill... You're thinking of "No Country For Old Meat."
I just at a salad and then read this post. I made the wrong meal choice. clearly.
Speaking of meat, and the adoration of... have you been to Hill Country BBQ yet?? It's the real deal. And you can order a Big Red AND Bluebell!
I think I am going out for a steak and a Shiner in honor of ol' C-Dawg.
The tie pic is awesomeness.
I just licked the monitor.
My favorite steakhouse that you can find just about anywhere is Ruth's Chris. Nothing better than a steak drenched in a plate of butter served at about 400 degrees.
Best steaks ever are at Lil' Abners steakhouse in Tucson. It's built out of an old pony express stop. The cows actually roam around the fields next to the steakhouse. It's the psychological torture that makes it great.
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