Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Fancy Eatin' Ain't for Me

The other day, I went out to this fancy eating place near the college in waycross. When you gets a chance to make it to a big city like Waycross, you make the most of it.

So anywaya, i wnet to this fancy eating place. I had to wait to sit down, and some guy in a monkey suit made me wait a bit before he sat me down next to the kitchen.

After a little while, this other fellow, wearing a white coat, come up and wanted to take my drink rder. They didn't have no Mickalob Michel Miccha regular beer, so thry brought the house wine.

When I wasked for a menu, this guy rattled off what they had to eat. Now, I don't know if it was because he was from Vietnam, Korea, or some other Chinese place, but it was hard to understand what he said. One sounded interesting and I asxed him to tellme more about it. He said it was grilled chicken tongue with a spicy sauce and sour vegetable.

I couldn't believe what he told me. Chicken tongue?

"Sorry, boss," I told him, "but I aint eating nothing that come out of a chicken's mouth. Just bring me the scrambled eggs breakfast."

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