Thursday, May 25, 2006

Roscoes it ain't....


But not a bad substitute- Albertson's Fried Chicken, Albertsons strawberry cake, and a cup of Folgers, at 7 a.m. Omigod, I swear I felt chest pains right then and there. I haven't been right since. People were passing out in the meeting by 8:15.
That's a whole different culture than the bikey world.When they cheer for chicken at the butt crack of dawn, we're dealin' from a different deck.
"THERE IS A LIMIT OF TWO PIECES'

And the limit was needed.

1 comment:

Gianni said...

Yes, it is a shock to ones' system. Specialized training is required. Although chicken and waffles on friday night at about 2 a.m. is mighty good.....