Fish... Shaken, not Stirred.
Tonight I ran into a hilarious misprint on an Italian restaurant's menu. The special for the evening was "Boiled Halibut." That's a far cry from broiled halibut, trust me.
A delightful tour of the United States and assorted locations through the mind of a deranged young genius, named Joe. A cynical and jovial treatment of our fine nation and its finer cities, this blog will focus on people, places, and the endless pursuit of candied corned beef.
Tonight I ran into a hilarious misprint on an Italian restaurant's menu. The special for the evening was "Boiled Halibut." That's a far cry from broiled halibut, trust me.
I was discussing the topic of nicknames with a beautiful young woman the other evening over a glass of wine. I got to thinking that it would be interesting to see how many of the publicly printable names I can remember that I have had. There are various categories... family, friends, time periods, etc...but I probably won't put them in the categories. I'll put notes next to them if I have room.
I have always heard so many bad things about Youngstown, OH... but it seems to be a decent place. Since coming to Youngstown I picked up some additional hobbies. A couple friends I met here at the 7-11 introduced me to the drug trade. I am learning to deal small pills before I can move up to the powders and rocks. I hope to get good at the pills, though, because I think those will probably sell better back in Madison. They seem to be against smoking anything but weed in Madison, too, but I am learning it just doesn't pay these days... There was an economics exam with equations and some chart interpretation at the end of the training session, believe it or not. I had a better offer with another group of friends down the street, but I didn't take it. They paid a good bit more, but the benefits weren't as good. Do you know how hard it is to get good health insurance listing yourself as a full-time self-employed drug dealer these days? I mean, you're selling pills for goodness sake. It's not like you don't know anything about health. Don't mix green and blue ones, always drink milk before the orange ones, don't take 2 purple ones at the same time, etc... Not just anybody can do this job.
Why do they have to put "NO DIVING" signs all around the hotel hot tub? The thing is like 3 feet wide!
Have you ever been to one of those places where everything seems somewhat normal on the surface, but just a scratch under becomes a bizzare world of insane proportions? Kind of like a dream world, but one that is real. That's Corpus Christi for you. This is a really lame post with a collection of some stuff that doesn't necessarily all fit what I just wrote. Live with it.