Grilled garlic chicken
Exploding out of my wrap
Damn! Delicious food.
Welcome to the studio in my head.
Grilled garlic chicken
Exploding out of my wrap
Damn! Delicious food.
I know I promised nothing of substance today. I lied.
Dear Candidate:
Let's start with the fact that you showed up a little more than 15 minutes late for your interview. And when I come to get you from reception, you should make somewhat of an effort to be nice to me. Oh, and before you got here, you might have considered combing your hair and/or ironing your clothes. By the way, those black man shoes really don't go with your tan pinstriped suit.
Last night after dinner, Lovey and I were sitting in the bedroom. He burped, I was downwind and it went directly into my mouth and down my throat. Like the trooper I am, I held down the vomit that ensued.
Nothing of consequence will be posted today.
(Probably should be noted that I'm an old skool metal head and Lovey's not far behind me.)
Here's the song mentioned in my last post:
Hopefully, nothing like this will happen:
Again, I don't have anything of substance to talk about so you get a list.