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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Hello fellow crack fiends, today I bring you the essence of everything wrong with food in America today. I found out about this place from a co-worker that ordered the Smoked Bacon Spray, the Memphis BBQ Spray, the Ranch Spray, and the Chocolate Fudge Spray. While his purchase was driven more out of curiosity than genuine desire, I am troubled by the future of food this portends. I suppose this should be no surprise as it was predicted over 40 years ago by Roald Dalh's Willie Wonka. It won't be long before we're eating 3 course meals of concentrated nutrient bars that are spritzed with Tomato Basil Bisque, Spaghetti with Parmesan, and Key lime pie. Oh wait.... the future is now:

http://www.flavorspraydiet.com/flavors.html

Posted by Marc @ 1:40:00 PM -- (2) comments

Monday, August 15, 2005
 Chicken & Women
Beat this fellow crack-bloggers :-)

I visited a pal of mine two weekends ago in Maryland.

She is a genius. Genetic micro-biologist. John-Hopkins research babe. She's an Aussie.

Her husband is one of us. Net-eng dude from Minnesota. He's studied Wing-Chun.

She just had a baby and her folks were visiting from Australia.

Dad loves to talk cricket and politics.

Mom didn't say much... until...

They barbequed. Lamb & Chicken Wings.

Sooooo... I use my knife and fork to cut up and eat the lamb, and when I get to the wings, I do the same.

All the while though, I can feel the my friend's mom's eyes on me... I KNOW SHE IS LOOKIN AT ME!

So I tuck a piece of chicken in my mouth, and look toward her with a smile.

I SWEAR...

She points to me and says, "You... women and chicken... they both need fingers"

...

...

... the knife and fork are dropped.

QUOTE... OF... THE... YEAR.

Love you all.

*peace*

-Marley

Posted by Marley @ 3:10:00 PM -- (2) comments

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