Infinite MonkeysLast week I had a wonderful ribeye (nothing like savoring the flavor of murder) that was to die for. Or to kill for. Either way, it was good grub.
Tonight? Not so much. Chinese food at another nondescript Central Valley town. Tasted like it spewed forth from the anus of Satan.
God I hate myself right now.
Posted by JamesPh. at May 8, 2006 09:02 PM