Sorry-- got home after working a double, catching the last el home from downtown and racing a thunderstorm home to see that asinine reply to a post. I'll post tomorrow (actually, later today, technically) about my day-- but let it suffice to say that I finally concede to Lulu and TenS; I do know everybody, as I found out while meeting the Executive Chef. It turns out that he and I have known one another for nearly 20 years, and that we nearly ended up in a fistfight the first time we met. Details to follow.
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Oh, this promises to be good!
Of course you knew him. Why would you expect anything different?
He wasn't the one of the guys outside the Metro that I threatened to stuff in the mailbox and send back to Schaumburg was he?
No, elk, that was me!
You bastard!
That is incredibly amusing.
Still Booooring.....
Mr. Splotchy,
So sorry...I didn't really mean it. I'll never drink Orange Whips again....
Off the subject - there is book out - maybe in paperback or is it hardcover- called The Red Truck, and yes, the cover features a picture of same. Thought it might be of interest to you or your wife.
Well, I would know everyone too if I was from such a small town.
I'm changing my blog name completely. Sorry for your rough day, and I look forward to your next post!
I'm wondering about the career implications about getting into a fistfight with the Executive Chef. You know, just in case it ever comes up again.
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