Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Ranch is King

My feelings about ranch dressing are indifferent. I can take it or leave it, ketchup is king if you ask me.

As for fat bitches, it is a life-force that defines their being. A large woman or a small planet stepped on my foot as she grasped for ranch. I addressed the people in the crowded restaurant.

" Ladies and gentlemen. I fear my foot is broken. Beware when around this gigantic person. At this rate she will be dead soon, so we got that going for us...which is nice."

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