Filthy Foot Chang the Shrimp
It's Columbus Day, where we celebrate a dumb guy who thought he was someplace, but was really someplace else. Days like this should be accompanied by heavy drinking, but instead, I chose to do some housework.
Go ahead, question my sanity.
I got to the point where I needed some food, but I hadn't showered or shaved since Sunday morning, and I looked like Andre Agassi on a 3-day binge. The only viable solution was the poorly named drive-thru. It's really more of a drive-by. If Billy Joel was using it, it may be a drive-thru, but he doesn't do his own cleaning.
Go ahead, question my sanity.
I got to the point where I needed some food, but I hadn't showered or shaved since Sunday morning, and I looked like Andre Agassi on a 3-day binge. The only viable solution was the poorly named drive-thru. It's really more of a drive-by. If Billy Joel was using it, it may be a drive-thru, but he doesn't do his own cleaning.
The drive-by in question was the neighborhood Long John Silver's, which, beside being a cool porn actor name, is a good place to get some greasy fried fish. It is conjoined with Taco Bell, in a one-stop food extravaganza. Nothing hits the spot on a phony holiday like some greasy fried fish.
I decided, after ample self-debate, to go with the venerable "LJ8" selection. Two pieces of fish, 3 pieces of chicken and some other junk. And water. Gotta have water.
Generally, I don't look at receipts from fast-food joints. The less I have to deal with it, the better I feel. I don't eat the stuff much, and it's probably best for my cardio-vascular system to destroy as much evidence as possible. I'll lie to my doctor later. But, it's nice of them to give me a receipt, in case I have to prove that the bone that got lodged in my throat came from the LJS, store number 022267. I read that they have 1,200 units worldwide, so I have no idea where that number comes from.
While it would seem that $8.21 is a bit hefty a bill for lunch, it did satisfy my craving for the fried fish (and create a new one for the fried chicken), but upon closer inspection, the meal turned out to be a bargain.
Even though I didn't order them, the good folks at Long John's saw fit to include crumbs for free.
Even though I didn't order them, the good folks at Long John's saw fit to include crumbs for free.
Shiver me timbers!
By the way, Filthy Foot Chang the Shrimp is my Pirate name, and not a cool porn actor name. Stop by the site and see what yours is, matey.
Comments
I'm thinking I was just insulted ;-).
pam: Actually, I may have been the pungent one today.
Methinks I won't be getting the same treatment from Long John's that I got from the fan company.
ahhhhh, you do live, don't you anthony! lol!
Can't wait to see what Katie, Kimmyk and Carmen come in with.
And Firestarter --- are there Canadian pirates?
I wanted to watch my own C-section with a mirror....but they wouldn't let me!! I was sooo pissed.... I mean when else are you gonna have the chance to see your uterus sitting OUTSIDE of you??!!
Cannonball Carrie the Shrimp.
I don't even like seafood. But I love their chicken planks and fries and slaw. That's good stuff right there. I mean once you sponge off all the grease off the chicken. Man that sounds good right now.
Didja ring the bell when you left?
Kimmyk: Does that mean we're Pirate brother and sister?
I didn't ring the bell, but I think I got shortchanged on the crumbs.
I got to watch them flop my uterus on my belly. It was like a big bloody ball. Reminded me of cow utters. Cept I didn't have pointy things on it ya know.
They rolled it around and then I saw honey go white and my attn. was focused on making sure he didnt fall out on the floor.
Good times.
After Kara and I were serendipitously united in the blogosphere today, we now have the same name! I too, have been awarded Whisky Wendy the Irritable.
If only Long John knew that I prefer a nice bourbon.
hehe!
And my pirate name? Ransack Ruby the Hook. Um, ok.
Waiting for the vent cleaner to suck out my dryer vents. Some life, eh!