See the full, greasy story here. Ay ay ay…mi desayuno en mi estomogo…
Man, it must have been some kind of winter because I completely forgot about the jingle that will soon surround me at all times, burrowing into my subconscious and manifesting as a dreamscape wherein a vast and unknowable soft serve sea laps gently at a shaved ice shore beneath a void dotted with rainbow sprinkles.
Also would have accepted Dine and Splash. MWAHP-MWAHP
Say what you want, but these guys just killed in a pizza parlor. Take a note guys, that’s how you do it!
Hat tip to Pate
Because you’re just not getting enough culture at home.
Attention, everyone! Thanks to all this cold weather, the city of Chicago now has excess capacity for making large, somewhat watery meatball parms.
My word play aint got nuthin’ on this mass of protein…
Thanksgiving and Guy Fieri go together like bleached spiky hair and white shades. Enjoy the grub tomorrow, everybody! And don’t forget: swallow, not inhale.