May 10, 2005
RUNNING ON FUMES
Ah, there's nothing like going to bed at midnight with a 3:50 wake up staring you in the face. I never was much of a planner. Add to that a greasy omelet for breakfast and a half-raw hamburger for lunch, and I do believe I'm ready for something imaginative from the Purgative Families.
But not before I run up to Rutherford and have a well-marbled steak, aswim in blood, and slam a few back with this fellow reprobate.
.. have fun, killer...
Posted by: Eric at May 10, 2005 7:02 PMJesus, I don't know how you do it. I haven't been able to pull one of those and still make my flight in at least 12 years!
Have a good trip...
Posted by: Joe at May 10, 2005 7:23 PMWhere might thee be dining in the Rutherford area?
Posted by: rightisright at May 10, 2005 7:44 PMRun and kiss some ass, you may get ahead, one of these days, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at May 10, 2005 8:55 PMNice sentiment, Cat. I take the bone in the butt to pay my bills.
And, for the record, I had the filet at Jerry's in Rutherford. I forget what Parkway Jim had, but it looked like baby shit over pasta. He said it was excellent.
Posted by: Velociman at May 10, 2005 11:30 PMIt was spaghetti pesto, you farookin' goober.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at May 11, 2005 8:48 AM...and it was excellent.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at May 11, 2005 9:01 AM.. heh heh... Jimbo said goober..
Posted by: Eric at May 11, 2005 12:01 PMSo WTF does this Catfish character do for a living he can bust on us ass-kissers anyway? Sell commas? He sure seems to have some laying around.
Posted by: spongeworthy at May 11, 2005 3:26 PM