

I'm serious...Blenheim, if you read this, this is one of the few products that every member of this organization could get behind. Give us a call, let's talk endorsements!

This stuff is so good (and hard to come by in the Midwest) that we've even been known to travel into the bowels of a yuppie grocery store and pay too much for it just to get it across our lips. As evidenced here by this photograph.

Oh yeah, Tim also had two dinners last night. One was the 6" leavins of this meatball sub he found under the van seat. The other was a wierd bowl of General Tso's rib tip soup from this dank barbeque place we visited. Since that visit we've each been plagued by different digestion related ailments.
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