Here are a few nibbles of thought from this evening so far--
How come the one Asian guy at Fuddruckers was wearing a Bruce Lee shirt? Who wrote tonight's goddamn episode? I could use their blatant lack of tact on my staff.
Budweiser is actually the serf of beers. Perhaps in a bloody regime change in might sneak in and usurp the throne.
Where are all my Mexicans at? How am I supposed to practice my awkward, stumbling, Espanol? PISO MOJADO!
Pomplamoose is a band I'd talk about if I wanted to get into bed with a short-haired girl with black-rimmed glasses and an ironic t-shirt.
The night is young, expect a much less cohesive addendum to this post in a matter of hours.
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